Of course I played it through in Midi format and realized that I’m going to have to re-do it, but at least the main tune and chorus are written down. Damn me for making the tune of every single verse different for dramatic effect. So that’s ONE song scratched off, if not perfectly. Tomorrow, something else!
Now I’m off to Mike’s to cook him lunch and render aid and comfort… he has toofache. And no relief until Wednesday. Must remember to pack beer for Mike, all the better to wash painkillers down with.
Miss Margot gets fixed on Friday. It is possible this will affect my ability to go to Pondfilk, we’ll see. Also, I have been invited to go to Hot Springs soon, and that may be interesting in terms of timing as well. I can’t put it off any longer, she could go into heat at any time.
The vet says Miss Margot will not grow substantially bigger than she is now. This explains a lot. Considering that she was born Dec 9, she’s tiny… she weighs in at 2.35 kilos. So in addition to cute, smart and phlegmatic, she was bred to be pocket sized, thus her mother’s birthing difficulties and the breeder’s insistence she be spayed.
She advised us with regular bulletins on the way to the vet, one of which was actually Meow (she said meow, how odd) ’bout how very disturbed and unhappy she was about her mode of locomotion. After we got home I left the carrier out with the jailer’s peephole open and she jumped into it for fifteen minutes. Gizmo watched with a look of disbelief and distaste. Both the boys are learning to deal with her, as ignoring her is simply impossible. Gizmo curled up on me the other day, only the third time that has ever happened. Other cats make a big production of getting into your lap; Gizmo flows into your body heat like a furry puddle and evaporates with the same skill.
Jeff is steadily advancing his chief project “The Audio visual dungeon made of awesome” and the living room is now fit to sit in.