There's no jackets at DragonCon!

Seriously. It's Atlanta in September.

I am calmer now and mostly packed. I'll buy a registration, and I'll pay a penalty for being stupid. I will survive without my fancy lanyard. I don't have to go to work for the next three days, and it's totally worth it.

I am more tired right now than I have been in a very long time, like need to eat an ice cream bar at 5:15 so I could drive home on a sugar high tired, and the first 30 posts I read here were about going to bed early.

7:30 might be it for me.

Sleep well, Lee.

Google's new logo looks childish. It makes me think of first graders.

Dag, somebody got like a quarter mil just to tip that "e" up so it looks like it's smiling.

I am home and was able to smoosh Ply in relief (being gone three days longer had me really anxious about my cats) and am sending out smoke signals for Nunya (literally). Now that Ply has received her due scritchies and been assured that I am back, she has commenced my punishment by wandering off into the night.

Worst birthday ever, but hey, at least my car isn't a death trap anymore. The mechanics description of cars being catapulted if the driveshaft fell down into the pavement instead of up into the car itself was a frightening "almost" --not that the latter was comforting either.

Oh sweet blessed messy apartment, how I missed your solitude and cat-havingness.

I just unfollowed Critical Mass guy on Facebook. I didn't want to start anything by unfriending him, but I know that I'm just not good at ignoring stuff, so if I don't see it, then I can't respond. And the only things of mine that he ever responds to are math things, so we're good there.

Nunya greeted me for my third smoke signal with angry yelling. She did not appreciate my desperate hug. So I gave her the precious wet food I save for special occasions and now she's hiding under the futon. Wait, no she snuck out to eat some more. Wait, no, I don't know who that was. Ply is in my bedroom and Nunya is still cowering by the futon.

I had been worried that I hadn't left enough food, forgetting that they've recently started going on hunger strikes when I leave.

Now there's either a third cat somewhere crying like a ghost, or Nunya is still bursting into tears when I'm not looking. The house fan is on to get rid of the stuffiness and I can't figure out where the sound is coming from. It's not Ply as she came back to collect on her back pay of scritchies.

How much do I love that "scritchies" is part of auto detect spelling?

ETA that I'm still not ruling out a guest of the corporeal or incorporeal kind, but also cats are really fast, right? RIGHT?

My stupid cat really wants me up at 6. I prefer 6:45! I actually think it was earlier when the days were longer, so am hoping this will stop as we move toward winter....

My stupid cat really wants me up at 6.

Cats are gonna cat, man.

I am in a cab to the airport!

I do want to let anyone know who thinks their animal is crying for their breakfast early: I only free-feed dry food. So it's not that! She's just an asshole sometimes!