Lee, your father is clearly evil.

I was going to make snickerdoodles tonight, but I might just lounge around. I'm so lazy.

Oh god, telescope catwalks. The main one I grew up with was solid concrete, I was fine. Then they built this one, ARC 3.5 m [link] - the doors on the bottom are oversized. Unpainted metal grating, not so bad at this angle, but when it is rotated 180, it's a steep drop. Grates are bad enough, the exit door ABOVE the railing? Worse. I always have to go out backwards, even now with the extra (which is recent.) However, there is a hatch on the top of the enclosure, and I've spent a lot of time up top. Just not near the edges. And I can't even deal with the Sloan platform at all: [link] (the boxy one at the front. ALL GRATING.)

I fear falling and the lure of falling as well. I have to go up the wallside more than 1 loop up from the bottom on our open stairwells (5 stories.)

Heights are one of the things that never really bothered me. When I was working on the sound for Space Mountain I had to walk around on the tracks more than once. It's a pretty high up when you have climbed to the top of lift hill three and are looking down into all the track inside the mountain.

My father's response was to lean down and pick up a piece of the grating to show that it wasn't bolted down.

Ha!

I'll have to find the photo of the Rolling Stones concert that shows my followspot haloing Mick from the top corner of the jumbotron. I don't have a fear of heights, but I have a healthy fear of falling. I used to crawl through triangle truss 100 ft up (with no fall protection) rigging rock shows but I never did anything I felt unsafe doing.

Thanks le nubian for the Showtime link! Now I can catch up on Homeland!

Bigass (probably red-shouldered) hawk was hanging out in the trees in the alley this morning. The squirrels were conspicuously absent from the power lines.

My morning routine now involves something resembling this: [link] But with smaller cat. She climbs on the towel as soon as I bend to wrap my hair in it (after perching on the edge of the tub with her front paws on me demanding pets and licking stray drops of water as I try to dry off.) Mornings are complicated.

Finally caught up on Scandal, almost. I'm part way through the last one now. I know that I should be all Mama Poe! but in reality, I just feel like this is a less interesting rehash of some of the awesome that Alias could be.

Slept through until 8 AM! But I am drug-free and feeling OK, so Job 1 here is digging out my car from two snowfalls and getting out for groceries and Etc..

I never watched Alias, but I can see your point, Kat.

My phone tells me I got a lot of good sleep (sometimes living in the future is super weird) but I could still sleep more. Ah well, it's the weekend soon enough.

My father's response was to lean down and pick up a piece of the grating to show that it wasn't bolted down.

I'd have thrown up all over your father.