COFFEE. need. more. coffee. ::blearing (v., english-ish, the act of being bleary, blinking blearily; operating large machinery not advised)::

{{LA 'fistas; 'fista friends, and petfistas}}

Sparky - where is Whale et al's residence? signed, clueless and needing more coffee.

{SA}

DavidS - good news about the cover!

I'm going to look at Fay's pictures as soon as I can get my eyes to stay open. Must pour coffee down gullet.

Whale is in Culver City, south west ish of the fire.

Is it bedtime yet?

Yes.

My alarm was set for 9 this morning. t checks clock Yep.

Gonna get mom in a few hours. Might as well plink online a bit and then see if I can grab a cat nap before I get ready to go to the airport.

Awww...poor Cass!

How are you feeling this morning? Any better?

Goodness! so much happening! I'm emerging (picture me blinking at the light, brain overflowing from TWO DAYS of meeting about our new database) back onto the interweb and catching up.

SA, let me echo what everyone's been telling you. Being independent is hard, but untangling yourself from your mother's issues is good. ACoA is useful for helping with that, it helped me for the time I went to their meetings. And you're young enough that you should be doing the more adventurous things you want. Go you!

Fay, wonderful pictures - glad you had fun!

askye, I love hearing about you and guy. And as long as you haven't descended to the "that'll give you, erm, bees" level, you'll do fine.

Eleventy millions times better.

Which is good. Me with bad allergy days does not make for a happy mom. Not sure how it does but it seems to trip a guilt button for her. *shrugs*

So glad today didn't start out like yesterday. Was miserable.

I'm so very sorry Stephanie. How are you feeling?

My oven started beeping like mad at 3am. Blown clock control board or some such thing. Discontinued of course. I have to call a friend that does this stuff and see if I dare disconnect the dozen wires and send the board in for repair myself. I use the oven clock for an alarm so I have to get up and go to the kitchen to wake up.

Oh, good, Cass. I'm so glad you're feeling better.

Toddson! So good to see you!

Ok. Must shower and get to school. You guys have a good day!

oh, vw, Toto reminded me of something that happened several years ago. My mother and sister were still living in my general area and we decided to get together for dinner at my sister's place for some holiday or other. I fixed cornish game hens at home, wrapped them in foil and layers of newspaper (for insulation and to catch any drips) and we drove up. As we were waiting for the elevator, there was a woman coming in from walking her dog. We were all standing around (it was very slow coming) and all of the sudden the dog got a whiff of the smell of the cooked birds. He sniffed. Then sniffed again. Then moved his nose around shiffing, until he figured out that the big bag had the yummy-smelling food in it. Then he sat there, sniffing and YEARNING towards the bag until the elevator came. He kept trying to get closer to the bag and sniffing wistfully. Very cute.