Yay sj for a successful day--pain-free alone is good, but it sounds like you hosted a great party, too, so double yay!

Thanks, JZ! I had a really great day, mostly due to really wonderful friends. It's good for the soul for me to remember how very lucky I am.

Now, who wants to visit so I can have motivation to keep the apartment as clean and neat as it currently is?

Now, who wants to visit so I can have motivation to keep the apartment as clean and neat as it currently is?

Me!

Nora, just keep repeating my mantra: "I'm the sane one. I'm the sane one." Let me know if I can help. I have written hundreds of obits, since I came up back in the day when newspapers actually wrote obits for everyone. (There were also paste pots, spikes, lead type and proofing upside-down and backwards. I rode a small, fuel-efficient dinosaur to work.)

Dear Dog:

Eating your dog bed makes you a less-than-desirable office mate. It is possible that adding a large pile of pillow guts to the mess already in the office could produce cold fusion. Also, it is no longer a washable dog bed cover after you chew the zipper off.

Love, Me

Me!

Come on by, there are plenty of leftovers in the fridge.

I'm sorry relatives are causing difficulties, Nora. Much intangible support and ~ma to you, until you can access a more immediate version.

I'm at work today, with much less motivation to actually accomplish anything than I would have thought possible while still remaining conscious. Yesterday I got to play with a puppy for a few hours, which it a wonderful way to start the new year. This morning I sent an email to my landlord to see about getting permission to adopt a cat. (He'll be ok about it, but he appreciates a heads up, and possibly a deposit, on this sort of thing.) This will be my first pet in a decade. I'm thinking Πwacket for the name, if the cat seems to fit it. What do y'all think—too cutsie and Prince-like?

What do y'all think—too cutsie and Prince-like?

Too difficult at the vet's office.

Too difficult at the vet's office.

Hmmm. Good point. Maybe something out of one of my fandoms. Not Spike, especially after reading about Loki kitty's adventures over in Natter, but that still leaves a lot of others.

Two cats names I loved (from friends-of-friends) were Panic and Hysteria. And the words "water & power" were on their food bowls.

I mention the vet's office thing because I had trouble getting the vet's office to understand that my cat's name was the Feral Kid.

If you spelled it Pyewacket, a vet in Your Town should be able to handle it. (There was a restaurant called that locally that closed, like, 15 years ago, and people still talk about it wistfully.)