There's a little black cat in my house who is very, very peeved. He looked out the front door--heavy, white, cold stuff that makes his paws hurt! He stomps to the back door, he knows it will be better out there. Halfway out the back door--It's back here too! Back to the front door, just in case the white stuff just moved--No!
He actually stomps and huffs when he's truly miffed. He's currently sitting in the hallway glaring at everyone who wants to get past.
Reminds me of Heinlein's
The Door into Summer.
So I mentioned I brought a whole bunch of slides home with me from Thanksgiving to be scanned?
You guys, my Mom used to be fab!
That is a wonderful picture, Tom!
Fabulous mom, Tom!
aurelia, I'm really sorry about your former student.
So, at least my fiction is now in alphabetical order, but I have to figure out the best arrangement of shelves, still. The bookcases are in a different order, and it's all confusing! But it's progress, anyway....