I had a cat who would wait outside at the door with her legs crossed just dying to come in and use the litter box. I never understood it. She had a whole yard! More than just my yard, in fact!

And one now who would almost rather die than use the litterbox. When he's confined to the house with injuries, like now, it's quite a cacophony until he finally breaks down and admits to himself that I'm not letting him go outside under any circumstances.

The kittens I'm fostering use the litter box as soon as I clean it, too. I think they're trying to say that they prefer a clean box (e.g., equivalent of a flushed toilet). It's slightly annoying, but eh. I use the plastic bags that newspapers come in and loop them closed so they're easy to open again. Scoop, go away for awhile, come back and scoop again, toss outside to wait there until the next time I go out to the garbage can. It helps to have a not-public front stoop.

I just ran across photos of a grade, middle school, & high school classmate on FB. There were comments, "S-. is that you??!!" Of course, that's how I still think of him as looking!

eta for corrections, and Happy New Year! I'm off to see Ennio, then home for a quiet NYE. Tomorrow: The annual Pegasus Calendar sale in Berkeley, which I LOVE to go to [link] followed by a party at a friend's house.

Pain is stupid and I don't like it.

I'm starting physical therapy next week. And I've got some drugs that take away some of the pain. Waiting for them to kick in.

Stupid shoulders.

Will the thearpy strengthen the muscles around the jointsand give them more support? I hope it heps quickly. Take your drugs and sleep well, Hil.

My youngest sister sent pictures of penguins today. The other sister was supposed to get a new dog today....part border collie. No pictures yet

Will the thearpy strengthen the muscles around the jointsand give them more support?

That's the idea. Strengthen the muscles, and they'll support the joint where the ligaments and tendons are supposed to but don't, thus leading to fewer dislocations, and so fewer sprains and less pain.

I am in a quandry. Go to the bar with Daisy Jane & crew, and be social, or stay in comfy clothes under blankie at the idiot box? I'm not much of a bar person. But I feel I'm still too new to be anti-social. Ugg.

Go to the bar, omnis! For fuck's sake, it's New Year's Eve.

I went to the gay bar and Elvis gave me a monkey.

This needs to be code for something, but I'm not sure what.

We're staying in. Or we will be, once Daniel gets home from work. I have home made hot wings in the oven. When he does get home, I'll shove some store bought egg rolls and cream cheese wantons in, too. In case either of us have an urge to be healthy, there is a plethora of steam-in-pouch microwave veggies. Plus, we have chips and dip - which is my family's big tradition for New Year's Eve. We have some wine, but not sparkling. Also there is some whiskey for hot toddies and rum for hot cocoa.

omnis, Go Out. Do not argue with me. Go. Shoo!

SLNRLBF and I are celebrating New Years in .. well. .Second Life.

We are party hopping. I have some wine, he has beer. We're both comfy and also partying.

Only thing it would be better if we were together.

You know, omnis, if I were within arm's reach of more Buffistae, I'd want to chance the bar. So I'd love to know you were taking the opportunity. But I also know the lure of Dick Clark's Rockin' Eve, and the sheer magnetism of a couch. So, whichever you choose, I hope you have a lovely time.