Good luck on the interview, ita. My fashion sense isn't, so I won't offer it.

tommyrot, all good thoughts to your dad.

The bear looked like he was on fours over rough or more thickly wooded ground, and upright on open or flat ground--possibly the height gave him better visual advantage? But yeah, hi, Bigfoot!

ETA: meara, I'd have them re-culture for all possibles. This doesn't seem minor, not to last this long without a diagnosis, or any relief from the ABX.

B.org is in the Joss bio? Weird!

Yeah, the book quoted Joss's thank you for the Variety ad.

So my dad's not in great shape--they're going to try to wean him off the breathing tube and see what happens.

We're thinking someone should drive to Clintonville to pick up my mom tomorrow, so I think I'll stay at the hotel in Shawano after all.

OMGOMGOMG, I was just cleaning my office, and there's been a funky smell in there for a while. I looked to see if one of the cats had Done Something, but I could find no trace.

So there's some pens under this little low table where the printer is, and I reach under there to grab them and what I think is a tuft of cat fur...and I am holding A DEAD DECOMPOSING MAGGOTY MOUSE! In my bare hand.

I drop it immediately and flail for a bit -- a newly dead mouse, I have no problems with, pick it up in a napkin and toss it -- but THIS MOUSE WAS BODY FARM MATERIAL.

I picked it up in a paper towel, tossed it in the trash outside, and then decontaminated my hands with the hottest water I could stand and multiple soapings.

I am having a soothing tea and a break now. I'm proud of my upstairs cat, though; she must have killed it, and it crawled into some hidden place to die. Good kitty, but next time, leave the corpse somewhere I can see it.

shift, now I have the full body shivers and feel like I need to decontaminate myself.

That's unpredictably handy, tommy.

I'm proud of my upstairs cat, though

You've got to get her to finish the job on the spot. Suppose the mouse had made it back home and got the healer mouse to patch him back up.

Oh! I went to the police station to report the plates stolen, and the cop who took the report told me he was mandated to tell me to go straight to the DMV, but on the other hand here's the phone number and maybe I could make an a appointment...

August 15th. So my backup plan was to go first thing today (I couldn't have gone straight in because I had a phone appointment with a recruiter in an hour), but I just couldn't get it together. Tomorrow no, because interviews (thanks for the vibes), but maybe Friday morning?

Right now I'm going to finally ablute and then go on my Gustave Dore search.

I will give Gimlet a stern talking to, ita.

Yeah, Suzi, I still feel gross. And I still have to go back into the Office of Doom and finish cleaning. Logic tells me 2 gross mouse corpses cannot strike in one day, but my gut is telling me "HAZ-MAT suits are very in this summer."

Much ~ma to your whole family, tommyrot. Wishing for the best possible outcome for your father. Is he on a vent or just the O2 in the nose tube? If it's the first, the second might be an acceptable compromise for his comfort.

I think dress #3 is also interview-appropriate, but agree that #2 looks the most SRS BSNS.

I'm with Jesse. Good luck on the interview!

And in the last of my random segues, yicks, Strix!

I have lost all will to be productive or useful. That won't be a problem, right?

Strix, eeewwwwwwwww. Tell kitty to finish the job on the spot!

I just ate a whole quarter of a watermelon and now I'm sleepy and useless.

Tommy, much recovery~ma to your father.

ita, I like dress 2 the best, for interviews.

Yay, Gimlet! You just have to work on closing.