Happy Belated Birthday, Steph!

I woke up, stumbled into the kitchen to make coffee, and the foam sliding door (we're poor, yo) into the sunroom/back porch was open. It's NEVER open; that's where we keep the dog food.

So I grab a couple of knives and check out the house and the dog (who I have come to reluctantly like, although he Has Issues) is crashed out belly-up in the living room. One advantage of his barkiness is that he IS a hella good watchdog, and if someone were hiding in a closet I hadn't already checked, no way he wouldn't have barked his head off or be snoozing, so I put the knives away, and grumble at the husband in head...and promptly try to pour cereal in coffee filter. Oy.

Then I'm checking FB and my MiL#2 who is very nice has one of those "if you value your friends, cut and paste this status for an hour things." Which, not my thing, but she is a sweet older lady, so whatever, BUT the first comment on her status was "I don't know how to paste."

I am a horrible person, but I just about fell outta my chair in hysterics. It was...sublimely something. I don't know. I haven't finished my coffee yet.

Anyway. So...morning!

No same sex marriage opinions today.

Poopyhead justices are enjoying making us wait!

As long as it comes this week. Which it's supposed to. I figure the closer to Pride, the more fun it will be. Or the more of a traditional, riot-type Pride.

Timelies all!

The con is over. It was great. I had to get up too early to drive our toastmaster to the airport. Sleepy cat is sleepy.

This is one of the reasons I have a roommate. When there is another person in the house, my subconscious assigns all random noises to them, and I sleep fine. When there is not, suddenly any noise I hear is someone COMING TO KILL ME. ...I have no idea why my brain is convinced that's going to happen (so far 35 years, no one has broken into the house to kill me), or why someone else being in the house would somehow STOP that, but...yeah.

When I had roommates and our duplex was Grand Central Station for all our friends to hang out at, the roomies' activities and sounds wouldn't disturb me but I'd snap WIDE awake if someone who didn't live there entered.

I lived alone in fairly high-crime areas with cats (not like, lots of criminal cats, heh) for a LONG time, and it took me a while to get used to noises when I moved in with D. He's IT; I'm Head of Security.

One of the many things I miss about living at the Greenstone is the buffering from random noise. I had 18-inch brick walls and 14-inch floor timbers between me and any of my neighbors, so about the only internal noise I could hear was my across-the-hall neighbor's smoke alarm when it went off (and that faintly unless I had the kitchen door open). There was some noise from the expressway through the windows, but because we were on a bluff and I was three stories up that was mainly a low background hum unless a semi was downshifting as it passed. Or a car's engine exploded on the exit ramp we overlooked, which weirdly happened more than once.

I just missed my department staff meeting. For no reason! It removed itself from my calendar, apparently, and no one thought to call me? I dunno. My department is weird.