This is my favorite cleavagy slut bomb bra. Why I'm wearing it at work in Salt Lake City - no clue, but it is the one I put on at 3am yesterday and I didn't pack a spare.

My flight doesn't leave until 8pm tonight. I have plenty of work to do, but I'm actually all done with the work on the Salt Lake project. And I have a whole pile of don't wanna. Le sigh.

For what it's worth, it's supposed to rain and snow tomorrow, so you'll miss that.

Tomorrow is supposed to be mid-60's at home, but then we get your storm, so we just get a bit of a break. It is beautiful out here today.

I'm hoping we wring lots of moisture out of this, we need it.

It just took me an hour to drive home from work. It usually takes about 20 minutes. Snow is coming down pretty hard, and the roads are an absolute mess, and my route home involves lots of driving up and down hills and around curves.

We had a lovely snow squall here this afternoon. Lovely in the sense that I could watch it from my living room, and I have no where I have to be until 10:45 tomorrow. And also fluffy and sparkly and all that.

So over being sick. Having to oxygenate my blood is tedious. And apparently not as automatic as one would hope.

shuffles next to you, brings the box of tissues and an extra tube of peppermint/eucalyptus lip balm

At this point, I just want my ears to stop popping every time I swallow or blow my nose.

Finn update: Other than the not eating, he is in good health. So is Spidey, who ended up coming along for the ride because Finn was flipping out in his carrier, and Spidey was flipping out on TOP of the carrier, but they both calmed the hell down when I shoved Spidey in there with Finn.

So, I guess they're getting along.

Anyhow, Finn's initial lack of eating was probably caused by the stress, but the lack of eating led to a sour stomach, which would explain why he would seem interested in food but then turn away from it after a bite. Dr. H gave Finn an antacid, and his appetite has already started returning. In fact, he and Spidey ate from the same plate at the same time with no problem.

These cats have been living together for less than a week.

What they're saying in unheard cat talk:

"Dude! You're here! Finally!"
"Yeah, sorry, man, got the wrong directions. And sorry about the belly, man."
"No big, The Human takes good care of us. Hey, after dinner, let's wreck the living room! I saw a picture on Facebook that I want to try!"

Anne, their bonding amuses and delights me to no end. I've had cats that adored each other, but it never came about in such a short time (outside of being from the same family, obviously.)