Is he blue-eyed? Why am I remembering hearing that many blue-eyed white cats are deaf?

Finn has gold eyes (seriously, seriously gorgeous). And yes, many blue-eyed white cats are deaf, regardless of breed. What's really interesting is that if you've got a white cat who has one blue eye and one eye that's another color, they'll often be deaf on the side that has the blue eye.

if you've got a white cat who has one blue eye and one eye that's another color, they'll often be deaf on the side that has the blue eye.

Huh! Fascinating.

Seriously! That's so weird!

Mendocino! I'm so glad you're enjoying it, Tep.

Mendocino! I'm so glad you're enjoying it, Tep.

We lucked out enormously to rent a whole cottage rather than a hotel/B&B. Up here, the rate to rent a cottage isn't much more than a B&B, and we decided it was worth it to have the room to spread out, and a whole kitchen to cook for ourselves. Not to mention the gorgeous back yard/flower garden and random super-friendly (outdoor) cat.

We have a rooster as a neighbor, and I didn't realize they just crow all damn day. Apparently they only have one skill, so they just do it ALL DAY.

Well, the rooster sounds less than optimal but everything else sounds lovely!

And then you get the SF leg of the trip! This is another of those times I wish SF was right around the corner.

Apparently they only have one skill, so they just do it ALL DAY.

Cocks. Go figure.

Not to mention the gorgeous back yard/flower garden and random super-friendly (outdoor) cat.

That sounds really amazing (well, not the cat bit, but the general ambiance). Renting cottages can get you a lovely little bubble full of beauty, and you really deserve a good bubble (right about now, but also always).

My ankle is all...up in arms this weekend. I have decided that my body is just hypersensitive and that this isn't related to healing or not, because if so, it's a good two week's worth of regression. So I'm pretending it's sending the same messages as last week, and still doing the same exercises, etc.

But, shit.

My pain psychologist sent me an email telling me about the results of her convo with my pain doctor. I still haven't read it. I don't want to be there.

I am behind on this weekend's pie, and I'm behind on the drawing. I have got to get off this ass.

meara and I learned that the hard way in Mexico.

You want someone to read it first, ita? I make politely ask Stephen do that with emails I'm afraid of.

I am working on the assumption that butternut squash is practically pumpkin, and have a pumpkin spice chocolate quickbread in the oven.

Next I have to go do more clearing at my grandmother's. My mother decided to have a yard sale next weekend, but hasn't done any of the actual prep needed for it. Like, we want to sell a chest of drawers that is still full of crap. I feel for her not being able to deal with it, and I am clearly getting all of the benefit of it being done, but I am still a little annoyed with her.

Usually the roosters that crow have a couple hens to lord it over, or another rooster to intimidate. (Chicken-English dictionary: cockadoodle-doo! -> F**k you!) Ones that are by themselves tend to be quieter.