{{{Sophia & Kitty}}} I really think that if you won't be comfortable around him, the best you can do is let him go. Whether he goes to rehab or is put down, it's an incredibly hard choice, and all you can do is keep in mind that it's the best you can do for him, and you've given him real love in the time you've known him.

Years ago, I had a dog who seemed fine with the folks at the rescue, and seemed fine at first at home, but as he got more comfortable with us, instead of settling in, he went from big and untrained, to trying very seriously to eat the cat, to trying so hard to eat the cat that he bit both humans with serious intent on the way to breaking straight through the door the cat was now living on the other side of. Right up to the end, there were times (when the cat wasn't in sight, natch) when he was the sweet, cuddly guy we first met, but when it reached the point when we were afraid to be around him, when we knew we'd just be waiting for the next bite attempt, that we had to let him go. Some critters just can't live with people; and what's even harder to live with, some can't fit in specific homes. And if that's the case with your kitty, just know that he's been better off with you for time you've known him than he would've been not knowing you.

3 hours from Portland to Seattle. IJS.

Yes! And I know two lovely babies and their lovely families in Seattle! Why must this be difficult?

Somebody else make all my decisions for me, okay?* I'm not sure this independent adult thing is all it's cracked up to be.

* so long as they're good ones

Somebody else make all my decisions for me, okay?

Portland it is. Also, the black pants tomorrow, and tuna sandwich for lunch.

No. San Francisco, and the blue skirt, plus a nice chicken sandwich.

I vote for Portland. I'm not sure why; I just do. Actually, it's the only one of those cities that I've never been to, so my vote probably is entirely based on "I know nothing bad about it," rather than "I know a lot of good about it."

My plan for these few weeks of summer when I had studying but no classes was to try to exercise every day. Lots of days lately, not so much happening. Today, I'm being a dork and counting Dance Dance Revolution as exercise. (Rational: it works up a sweat, and requires a sports bra. Therefore, exercise.)

Los Angeles, sundress, carnitas.

I mean, it's pretty obvious.

Split the difference between Portland and LA, and go for San Francisco. Portland is a longish drive, but Ashland is just about exactly at the midpoint, so you can stop at a nice little inn along the way and hit some bookstores and take in a show.

Lunch tomorrow: takeout pad thai.

Clothing: no opinion to offer, as I saw you just last weekend and it's clear that you are totally capable of dressing yourself with appropriate cuteness or hotness as the occasion requires.

Emily, the where to move decision is a tough one. There are buffistas at each place. Good luck with making up your mind.

I'd vote for Portland, on the basis that I don't know anyone who's ever moved away from there permanently. I knew people in college who planned to move back immediately after graduation, and people who've moved there as adults, but I've never met anyone who grew up there and wanted to leave. So it seems like it must be a pretty nice place.

Lunch tomorrow will I believe be a salami sandwich, and is generally at the gracious whim of vw. Clothing will be black pants and blue shirt, sort of by default.

I'm off to bed, and I hope tomorrow's day 3, but worry that it may be day 5. Oh, the joys of a rotating schedule and not getting the emails that the real teachers get.