It occured to me earlier that I do actually have kind of a porch, so I just spent a while out on my fire escape, but now the sun has moved too far over to hit it. But now I'm thinking I should buy one of those little low beach chairs to use out there. And also on the beach, of course, but I don't actually go to the beach that much.

We can't actually use our big wonderful balconies too much because of the stray cats. I was mobbed by five of them this evening when I went out onto the back balcony. The front one that's a level up, and therefore cat-safe, has the awnings down against the sun, otherwise it stays about 80 degrees inside.

I just got back from feeding the landlord's cats. The scaredy-cat male has pried off the kickplate under one of the kitchen counters, and is under the cupboards down at the other end. The kickplate lying in the middle of the floor tipped me off...but then the kitty gave away his hiding place by mewing piteously at me to bring his people back.

Sheryl, that's awful. I hope...well, I hope good things for your friend and a rain of toads and boils and preferably justice on the assholes.

it is sweet that your folks are romantic

Yeah, it is. It doesn't freak me out (they've only been like this, oh, MY WHOLE LIFE,) but, well, I'm WAY the hell more private than they are about stuff like that.

My SIL is as bad, and my brother is private, like me. Family get togethers involve a lot of my brother and I exchanging oh dear glances. Did they really just say THAT?!

Time to get back to cleaning and laundry.

storm people keep safe.

and sheryl let your friend know that all your invisible frineds are horrified by what has happened to him. sending him strenght and peace.

and you all are jelous because we just had brunch with Perkins.

The Times published the Downing Street Memo. [link]

I'm always interested at the fact that everyone refers to him as "Saddam." I guess because "Hussein" is the King of Jordan. But it's always struck me as disrespectful. Now, I have no problem disrespecting Saddam, but usually people in that category of dissing aren't worth attacking. Normally you get a last name before you get attacked (cf. Noriega, Qaddafi). But, "Saddam." It's friendly, intimate, even. You invite him over, have a beer. Or maybe it's like when a relationship falls apart - you don't start calling your ex by his last name. But not quite...Pinochet was never "Augusto," even though he was as much our ex as Saddam.

Apparently I need to start recreational drinking.

Raquel is me, wrt "Saddam".

Apparently I need to start recreational drinking.

As long as your brains remain as entertaining as they are now....

Heh.

How was your birthday? I was gone from here by the time it was discovered to be your b-day, so belated happy wishes!

Lazy and like any other day, but with better food! So about right. Now, if my apartment had miraculously cleaned itself, that would have been nice.

Yes. But what day isn't that true of?

It's almost 11:00 here, so I'm off to bed. No concert at the park tonight! It's disturbingly quiet. And next week the theater has Dom Juan... how loud can Moliere be?