The kitty pictures are killing me! I know where I will get my next one, but I can't do it until probably September. I will be going to Otter Lake for the summer and don't want to try and move a cat around a lot after just a short time getting to know us.

I CAN'T SEE THE BREAKFAST PICTURE!!!! (Breakfast was great, and Scola is rightheaded about politics. Jessica is left-right-up-down-aroundheaded, and therefore cannot be trusted)

I am back home. I skimmed, and it seems Debet has her OTD, and all is right with the world of occupational therapy. You go, doc.

Other than that, I got nothing. I'm as tired and headachey (and hot!) as you'd imagine...

Welcome home, ita. The pictures were adorable.

Noah and Grace went to a birthday party at a Tae Kwon Do place. They both broke a wooden board (videos on facebook) which was fun for both of them.

Now we are watching hockey.

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Having one of Those Days on Facebook -- someone I went to high school with is nominated for a Tony, and a grad school friend is at the White House Correspondents' Dinner, taking pictures with all the famous people!

Jessica, thanks for sharing those pictures! You all look lovely.

Also, HIRAM MCDANIELS FOR MAYOR!

I'm watching the Warriors game and typing up comments for the webdesigner on my brother's website. This is a way more protracted process than I expected. Why can't people just pull my desires out of my brain and put it on the page? Whyfor do I have to EXPLAIN things?

In other news, I made pasta carbonara for the family, and opened a hella good bottle of zinfandel. NOM.

Interns advisor has changed the parameters of her internship and her hours already completed aren't retroactive. And she can't afford to be unpaid as long as the new deadline will take. So now I've compounded my insomnia.

We took the kids to see a silent movie screening today: two Chaplin movies, a Buster Keaton movie called "Cops" and "A Trip to the Moon." Live accompaniment on a huge Wurlitzer. They complained bitterly all day that we were forcing them to watch movies that were silent. How boring was that? Of course they laughed all through the whole screening and thanked us profusely all the way home.

Kids. There you go.

Live music (or a good soundtrack) can add to silent movies so very much -- but since that source material is so good (we remember Chaplin and Keaton for a reason!) I'm not at all surprised the kids were won over.

I went out on the deck and thoroughly combed out my hair this morning, which removed a great deal of the spray-on color -- my comb and hands ended up stained purple-blue. (I've also learned that if you want to stop scratching your head, having your nails come away stained is a good reminder.)

At least they have enough sense to thank you after, Burrell?