And, entirely apart from condolences and shock and grief (of which, please, world, ENOUGH):
Congratulations, Kiba!
and also I've decided to caw like whichever bird it is that says "Ca-caw ca-caw!" If such a bird in fact exists.
Kevin from
Up?
Lord knows, every time my officemate starts up her Seattle Sadbirds cry, all I can hear is Russell saying earnestly, "The wilderness must be explored!"
Kat, that's awful, I'm so sorry.
Oh, Kat, how rotten! I'm sorry.
Oh Kat, I'm sorry.
I hardly shoveled at all today, had a rather non-traumatic trip home (three buses, but hardly any waiting around or walking), but I am still so angry with the fucking snow.
I'm so sorry, Kat. What a gut-punch.
ION, I got new boots after work. Expect 60% less whining from me about walking to the train station.
Oh, no, Kat! I'm so sorry. too much...