Thanks for the birthday wishes, all. The dinner was scrumptious.

Today I lost my keys, so my birthday, extended though it was, is evidently over. Oh! And when I was in Sedona, I lost my wallet, but they had it at the store where I'd left it, so it was all painless and I owe a karmic debt to some nice stranger now. So I'm a little hacked at having now lost my (our only) house key. We have to retrieve one from a few of the people who have them.

Oh! Also I had a dream that there were <jillifont> two spiders madly weaving on my ceiling and that suddenly my room was full of bugs going to their certain doom.

I blame Kat's brown widow, come back to haunt us all. </jillifont>

Our house has become Spider Manor. I think they're sending each other little spider e-mails about the lovely house with the slow humans.

I am displeased with this turn of events.

I don't want to go outside. Freaked by the spiders.

I am glad that Puppycat might be dim, but she's a pretty good spider detector.

I have had a nice and productive morning that combined going through mail, sorting/proto-filing things and burning the dregs. Good mornings have coffee, feelings of accomplishment and FIRE.

The other day I found a bigass spider perched on the edge of the cats' water bowl, which I had just picked up to refill.

There may have been squeeking.

PEOPLE. JILLIFONT THESE THINGS!

t shudders

t shudders some more

ACK!

That was not a damn invitation, stupid (and now dead) spider !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I so don't get the Melanie Oudin love. I have no interest in hearing her talk, ever.

And I'm pissed that CBS decided to give priority to a non-match-deciding Djokovic/Witten point (tiebreaker, but still) while Federer was serving for his match, in a bout during which he'd struggled, keeping the latter in a tiny screen and not giving us audio.

A panhandler on State St. this morning was holding this sign: Girlfriend kidnapped by ninjas; need money for ransom and kung fu lessons.

If I'd had any cash on me I'd have given him some.