Well, I had my three-month review today, and it went well (oddly, since I've technically only been here 2 months, but whatever), and then my boss had to leave early to go to the dentist. This ensures that I will do no more work today. Perhaps there are some cats that need stacking...

When in doubt, stack cats.

Heather do you concentrate better in silence in other scenarios? Have you ever hushed anyone to stop them distracting you, or turned off the TV?

Maybe. I'm not sure. It doesn't really bother me I don't think. I'm usually pretty good (or according to Mr. H, bad) about tuning out if I'm into something, and things going on around me don't bother me. I can't listen to more than 2 things at once, and can't pay close attention to more than one.

I'm outta here. We've got sleet, hail and/or snow on the way and we don't have the equipment or the drivers to deal. Later y'all.

We can't have renter's insurance.

vw, have you ever checked to see if you can be covered under your parents' homeowners? When I was in college and was mugged, I turned out to be covered under that policy (despite living 500 miles from home and living in an apartment). That was in NY.

I just talked to Grandma, and I need more ~ma. The ER was supposed to call the doctor and let them know that my great aunt was coming this morning.

They didn't, so the doctor was booked up and couldn't squeeze my great aunt in. I can understand that. They won't see her until Friday. This, I don't understand.

My great aunt wanted to go to the beach, but Grandma talked her out of it, said how nice it would be to have a visit, and this was enough to convince my great aunt. Now, if we can just keep her in town on Friday. But this is going to be a strain, Grandma's place is small and, as much as I love GreatAunt, she can be tiring.

And there's no other place for her to go, not here in town. And even if her son that lives half a day from here comes down -- then we have to find a place for him.

Tonight I'm going over there after work and ordering pizza and hang out with them.

vw, have you ever checked to see if you can be covered under your parents' homeowners? When I was in college and was mugged, I turned out to be covered under that policy (despite living 500 miles from home and living in an apartment). That was in NY.

I'm too old. I think they only do that till you're 24 or 25.

Also, much ~ma headed towards askye's family.

Oy. I don't even know what to hope for, askye. Good luck.

Askye, I'm wishing for peace and strength for your family.

I looked into getting renter's insurance once, but the form was really long and then I didn't follow through. A fire is unlikely in my building, but I do worry about robbery.

Much ~ma to you, askye.

I suppose I should get the renter's insurance. I'm starting to accumulate things (furniture, electronics, etc.) that will cost beaucoup bucks to replace if something happened.

On second thought, I need to get renter's insurance. Otherwise my engagement ring isn't covered.

Much ~ma to askye's family. And blessings for her being such a concerned and caring grand niece.

In other news. You know you've stacked too many cats when your dog does an intervention.

Seriously, I've developed a bit of of a problem with the carefully placing feline facsimilies and Bartleby has become concerned. Last night, it all came to a head after he'd been staring at me...he uses the strategic stare of death to communicate. (Barking would be to common for him.)

I determined that the stare was not an outside? or supper? or play ball? stare...but since I'd never seen the "Dear Dog, my person has become a pathetic, powerless cat stacker and I must save her" stare before, I misunderstood. So. I kept stacking. What else was I supposed to do?

It got pretty uncomfortable as he kept creeping closer and closer to me, staring all the while.

I should point out that he's no lap dog. Like now, for instance. He's obviously watching me closely...periodically checking that he sees no cats stacking on the screen. But he's lying beside me, relatively calm. Every now and then, he lolls his head around to give me the "It's okay, you can do it" stare, but mostly he's calm.

Last night...after increasingly forceful staring, he leapt up onto my lap, with all 43 of his lbs. and literally slapped the keyboard out of my hands and on to the floor. He stretched himself across me, so it was impossible to move and began fervently licking my hands with what was obviously a 'reject the evil cat stacking', admit you are powerless over the stacking, I'll be right here with you, there is life after stacking," intensity.

I'm pretty sure he's having "one day at a time" inscribed on a Milk Bone for me.

I feel so small

It's been nearly 24 hours. When does the shaking stop?