sj, so glad to hear that W-S is taking such good care of you.

Thanks! When I arrived and saw the line, I mentally prepared myself for not getting a signature on my book. Not every place I have been to for an event has been that thoughtful.

"Spank Me, Mr. Darcy"

I hope it's better than 50 Shades of Grey. Mr. Darcy deserves good porn.

it's just ... oy

I'd read that.

In related bondage news, this morning I woke to EVERY collar in the house not currently on a cat scattering around my bedroom floor. I didn't even know I'd held on to that many used cat collars for no apparent reason. Gonna have to move that storage box to somewhere that isn't quite as easy for Nico to get into. Interestingly, he leaves all the nip toys inside, just pulled out all the collars. Cat's got priorities. I have no idea what they are, but to him they must be clear.

eta: none of this kitty activity is done in silence, he yowls the entire time like he's been abandoned and is only the entity left in the universe.

I think this may be my stupidest injury yet. I got my finger caught in the folding mechanism of a ladder. I wasn't folding or unfolding the ladder at the time. The ladder was folded up, leaning against the wall, and I was walking by it, and suddenly, finger stuck. It's turning some interesting colors. On my left hand, so I'll be fine with writing, but probably won't be playing guitar for a few days.

Ouch, Hil.

I slammed my hand into the metal frame of my cubicle today. I just had no sense of moving in space.

Wraps Hil and Sue in bubble wrap

I'm at the point with the dog bite that it's healed enough that my body is not instinctively shying away from using the hand, so I keep unthinkingly grabbing or lifting shit. Ow.

brenda, I feel you...or rather, I feel your pain.

Months later, I am still feeling the effects of my bites. Thankfully, the numbness in my left thumb has lessened quite a bit.

The middle fingers of the right hand still hurt every time someone shakes my hand. For an affable creature like myself, it's a massive bummer.

I still find myself unconsciously rubbing the scars on my forearms.

Just the other day, I got bit again! Not really a bite, I guess, more of a nip that resulted in a bruise. Again, not a doggy lama client but a poor Lab who has had 2 major surgeries in the last two weeks. A SIX pound tumor taken off of his spleen...and then the very next week, bloat. Bloat is massively scary and far too often fatal. This poor dude has been through the ringer. I don't begrudge his grumpiness.

Read this as Windsparrow for half a sec, then remembered the context. Then thought that I bet WindSparrow probably would be such a pleasant, comforting presence if you were feeling less than 100%.

Well, I try. Also, I can give the stink-eye to people who aren't behaving well enough toward someone else.

eta: none of this kitty activity is done in silence, he yowls the entire time like he's been abandoned and is only the entity left in the universe.

That's a hunting behavior. I'm not sure whether it translates to taunting about the catch or "come and get it!"

I think this may be my stupidest injury yet. I got my finger caught in the folding mechanism of a ladder. I wasn't folding or unfolding the ladder at the time. The ladder was folded up, leaning against the wall, and I was walking by it, and suddenly, finger stuck.

Ouch. What the hell! Nobody expects a ladder to jump out and bite them.