How wonderful!

Nora, that's lovely.

I am on the train to New Haven, where I will have lunch and then get back on the train to come home. One of my mentors is retiring from Yale, and I hope I don't ugly cry.

Nora, that is lovely. Fluevogs do not work for my feet, but I browse them anyway.

Aw, man: [link]

I woke up to Tim telling me (1) there are ants in the pantry (we always seem to get ants in the house around this time every year, according to Facebook's memories feature), and (2) that Slinky is yowling and peeing outside the litter box and maybe she has a UTI and we should take her to the vet.

I am incapable of dealing with any of that before I have at least a gallon of coffee. ("We should take her to the vet" often means "You work from home, so you can take her, right?" NOPE. It's still work even if it's from home. But I will call the vet once all my synapses are firing.)

I know, Tom, it's super sad.

Okay, I've wrangled a vet appointment for the cat for Sunday at 9:45 (on the exact opposite side of town from my Dad, who we're having lunch with at 12:30; literally, the vet is about 20-25 minutes west and my Dad is 20 minutes east, and how do these things keep happening to me???).

Now I have a crapton of work to do, a cake to bake for a shindig tonight, and I really should go down to the ballpark to register for the Redlegs Run tomorrow morning, but I think we'll just have to go extra early tomorrow and register then, because I have done run out of time.

And fuck the ants in the pantry, man. Fuck them. (Tim put down Terro, but the fact that they're choosing to hang out on the shelves with all the plates and bowls, rather than the food shelves, is [1] disturbing, because WHY are they on that shelf when there is no food there???, and [2] means that as soon as we've verified the ants are all dead and/or gone, I'm going to need to wash all the plates and bowls and scrub that shelf, and did I mention I have run out of time????)

Rebecca, you are awesome with a side of awesome sauce, I'm sorry the lows are so low lately. Also you are uber productive with your time after work. (My only advice would be to find the time to be less productive and more restful, but since I fail to follow my own advice on this matter - like EVER - I cannot find fault there.)

And dang you, sarameg, I am still plexing over my new glasses and now I know there's a Fluevog sale too? And I REALLY need new pretty work shoes. My work shoe situation is DIRE.

Also, I feel you on the ants, Steph. We get a seasonally-timed invasion in late summer and I am always the one who has to battle them. Ugh!

Sometimes ants just want to be inside for no apparent reason. Maybe it's too hot outside. Or they got freaked out by Mercury's transit.

For about an hour as I was not quite awake this morning I was absolutely certain today was Saturday. So waking up entirely and remembering that it is not was quite the disappointment.

Okay, I've wrangled a vet appointment for the cat for Sunday at 9:45 (on the exact opposite side of town from my Dad, who we're having lunch with at 12:30; literally, the vet is about 20-25 minutes west and my Dad is 20 minutes east, and how do these things keep happening to me???).

Can you change your plans with your dad? Sounds like a lot less stress for all. Blame Hillary if you need to!

We don't have ants, but the goddamn termites are swarming. I hate them more than the stinging caterpillars and flying roaches.