I'm in ur timezone, uzin ur serverz!

Seriously. Aside from the debacle of my corporate housing, thanks to Weichert, they keep saying they will get in touch with me about various houses, and then don't.

OTOH, if anyone needs an excellent, non-Weichert, realtor for NoVA, I have a recommendation.

I must have totally missed the details of your moving, et cetera! I thought you were still in Greece, in fact!

a 5:30 am conference call that is now weekly for the foreseeable future.

Yikes. Where are the rest of the people?

Yikes. Where are the rest of the people?

I wonder if they're on the West coast. 3:30 am for them.

a 5:30 am conference call that is now weekly for the foreseeable future

See, this is where the "bullshit" line on the graph would be so high that the "salary" line would not possibly be able to match it.

No worries, Theo. I was pretty much off the interwebs for a while with all the moving and stuff. But yeah, our tour is ending, we are in DC for at least a year, I am the Force Recon, getting a car (check), daycare (check), and a house (thus the Weichert hate).

I am so sleepy right now, I think I would die if there were a 5:30 am anything in my life. Hmog.

I am so sleepy right now, I think I would die if there were a 5:30 am anything in my life. Hmog.

Me too.

Today I woke up and noticed it was 6:45 am. I had set my alarm for 6:40. I was confused for a bit, but then I realized I had read the clock wrong and it was only 5:45 am, so I was all, "Another hour of sleep. Woot!"

Somehow it feels like instead of getting another hour of sleep, I just traveled forward in time an hour.

Thanks, folks. Update -- he's eating the prednisone chews so far, which means we don't have to give him pills. And he doesn't seem to be in any pain. So we're crossing our fingers and hoping for the best.

We'll see how he does with the IV fluids tonight.

We adopted Teddy when he was about 11 weeks old. He was found as a stray right after a serious cold snap in January 1994. Hubs's mother was living with us at the time. She'd recently had surgery for breast cancer and was in the middle of chemotherapy, so she couldn't get out of the house. Her doctor recommended a pet, and a cat was low enough maintenance for her to handle during the day.

We visited the shelter, and Hubs's mother picked out Teddy because he was the liveliest cat there. She even named him by combining Hubs's and my names. He was almost small enough to fit into our hands, and he could walk under almost anything.

He was a handful for the first couple of years. Just as one set of scratches started healing, he'd inflict another set on me. Often by hiding under something and pouncing as I'd walk by. And then he calmed down.

He loves to sleep on my pillow at night. And he hangs out on the bathroom counter while I'm shaving, etc., in the morning. (He's big on drinking from the bathroom faucet.)

The last couple years have been rough on him since we adopted Max and Marie. He'd always been an only cat and never really learned how to socialize with other cats. He spent a lot of time hiding under the bed. But he's more or less stopped that and seems to enjoy hanging out with everyone in the living room in the evenings.

And just saw this:

a 5:30 am conference call that is now weekly for the foreseeable future

I hope they're at least letting you go home at 1 or 2 on those days.

Oy. And there's me being cranky about my standing 8am meeting. And I have an ad hoc one today too.

What makes those hard is that I don't fit into most of my clothes, so I can get seriously derailed trying to find something clean and appropriate to wear.