Sue! When did you move to my neighborhood??

So I spent the rest of the day reading [link] . Fun! And looking at all the pictures (which I've seen on the blog, but having them in the book makes it more concentrated) makes me more certain that Loki was the right name, the problematic nature of it notwithstanding. He really reminds me of a coyote in color and pointiness, the way Devi's movements remind me of squirrels.

Next up I think I'll start on Tribe of the Tiger

Sara, I bought in this neighborhood! You're only renting!

Actually, it's not that bad. There's public housing across a very busy street from me, and we get a lot of traffic from the pubs to the mall, but a shooting a pretty rare thing.

Wait, it is tonight's episode for which JR cited Mission: Impossible. I'm mucho curious.

That cueniform thing is very cool!

The shooting thing though, very uncool. Eesh.

We're watching Armageddon Week on the History Channel. JPL folks are making fun of Bruce Willis and Ben Affleck's plan to blow up asteroids.

The children are wearing their cranky pants tonight.

mac is asleep without any drama tonight, and there was much rejoicing. Now I am off to have my baby pain meds and go to bed myself. back to work tomorrow.

I have a stupid salivary blister due to all the time my mouth was pried open today.

In case you were missing cute Loki stories, he's spent the last 5 minutes trying to cover up a food dish with some wet food from 6 tonight. So enthusiastically that he's shoved it under the coffee table repeatedly then pulled it out. And now he and MK are sparring, but he keeps getting distracted by his own feet.

Also? My SIL gave me some of those aloe infused fuzzy socks for xmas. They're pink. I've decided pink is acceptable on my feet. Anyway, I love them and Loki does too, in an unfortunate manner: he likes to chew on them. When they are on my feets. I've found myself on the balance ball at the table with my feet tucked high up, trying hard not to tip over as I keep fidgeting to keep them out of range.

I just got to spend an hour with a lovely golden retriever and his owner in my apartment. My neighbor's grandmother and her dog are visiting and while the neighbor was out she took the dog out for a leak and locked herself out. The dog was polite, in a bouncy way. He'd go over to my kid shelf (where I keep toys and such for my friends children), pull out a stuffed animal and bring it by for a few moment's play as I talked to his person. The grandmother turned out to be an old school Communist from NYC, who had a lot to say about politics in the 40s compared to today. It was an unexpected, but fun way of spending the evening. The neighbors came home and my guests left, alas.

Aw, Calli, those are neat moments!

Ah shit, definitely scraping ice tomorrow.