Yes please. Now shouldn't you be asleep? Don't you have to be up for another night in mouse theater?

Glad the surgery went well. Healing~ma to Byron.

I am very glad the surgery went well.

Big hugs for you and Byron.

And, you know, a big hug for Byron's poor wee leg. You did a good job for him for as long as you could. Rest easy, leg.

Best of luck for you and Byron, Kristin.

I just realized, I have a whole week of spring break stretched out in front of me, and no plans at all.

Well, one. I'm going bowling with the 4-H club.* But seriously, I didn't plan anything, and my ENTIRE FAMILY is out of the country. I'm starting to wonder if they're just trying to get away from me. There may be a DC trip sometime soon.

(*I'm not sure there will ever be a time when that stops being funny. Me and 4-H. I pledge my... crap, what the hell was it again? My hippo to higher service? My hepatic artery to... wait, I can't remember what I'm pledging to do, either!)

Kristin, over the course of Mr.Kitty's diabetes, I've spent more, even as my neighbor relies on medicare/welfare for her heart condition and that freaks me out. As fucked up as it is...it is. And oddly enough, my neighbor gets it too. She nags me to keep him healthy so she can see him once a week, and he's not her cat and she used to not like cats! Not much of a solace, but a bit of one.

Wishing you and yours the best.

There may be a DC trip sometime soon.

woo!

go team tripod!

Kristin, love, I burst into tears after the last time I successfully stuffed The Cat Daniel into his carrying box, because he was so baffled and scared and betrayed and distraut and it killed me that there was no way I could explain it to him. I'd be in fucking floods of tears in your place.

So glad the surgery went well, though!

And, hey, now you can call him The Dread Pirate Byron, and get him a little wooden leg and a miniature parrot for one shoulder!

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So we performed the second (final) night last night, and it went very well. The audience laughed lots, and random strangers came up and said I was good and bought me drinks! This was very nice! And there was no After Show Party, which was a damn shame, but a bunch of us went out clubbing anyway - and I don't DO clubbing. But still I ended up in various bars of increasing gayness as the evening went on, being plied with vodka and trying to explain to gyrating gay boys that really, dancing wasn't so much my niche - bookshops, yes, clubs, not so much. Until the critical mass of vodka had been reached, at which time I just flailed like a gleeful drunken person.

I feel very bad for venting about my director, because he IS lovely, and was terribly upset that he'd upset people. I'm really looking forward to starting rehearsals for Rumours on Sunday!

Glad the surgery went well, Kristin.