Oh yuck, aurelia. Not fun at all.

Kitchen is clean, floor is mopped, and I can use my kitchen sink again. I still need to wash a bunch of stuff that was under the sink that got muck on it and I should probably do another wipe down of the bathroom. I may take a walk first.

Ugh, gross.

Just had my mother's family birthday party, which was quite nice! I got the dinner from a restaurant that does take-out grilled chickens, and she got pies for dessert, which was all perfect. Easy, delicious, everyone liked it, etc.

That was a long day. Today would have been my BIL's 67th birthday. So we celebrated the way he would have liked, with a tailgate party and the As beating the Red Sox with a three-run homer in the 7th. 70-something people showed up, and there was So. Much. Food. I came home with a bunch of condiments I will never use, in Costco sizes, and half a case of leftover beer.

It was great, but it was hella hot up in the nosebleed bleacher seats.

Now I am home and still (foolishly) nibbling on leftovers.

So sleepy, but it's only 7 pm, I cannot go to bed yet...

I swept the kitchen floor this morning. Now, wait. This is memorable because A. I *never* look at the floor--any floor--so I never notice dirt. B. It was sunny and light was pouring in through the skylight. C. I was in the kitchen waiting on the coffeemaker and toaster, thus, idle, and dropped something, which called my attention to ugh! all these crumbs! D. Which was odd, because the kitchen really hasn't had much traffic since H has been gone, and none of it tracking stuff in from outside. So I think it was sort of miraculous. And has also led to the observation that, geez, the giant and overly-ornate moldings on these cabinet doors (simple flat frames would be *so* much better!) are hella dusty! But since I don't want to strain anything, and also I have shit to write, the moldings will wait till tomorrow, when I am once again stranded in the kitchen with nothing to do until the toast and coffee are ready. Next day, the range hood. Day after that, toaster crumb tray (*before* the toast), then the fridge gasket, the trashcan lid, the burner trays on the range, etc., etc., etc. I'll eventually work my way around the room and then can start over.

My excursions to the hoity-toity cheese counter have introduced me to fig spread. OMG, so good. Especially on Swiss-like cheese. I feel both pretentious and sophisticated.

Gud, are you around? Do your kids know a Ray-Pec kid named Lance Hays? Do you know what happened to him? Vaguebook is being vague and it seems really inappropriate to ask.

It turned out that the friend who mr. flea helped move ran out of space in his pod and gave us a fairly nice patio set and a bicycle that fits Casper, so I guess karma actually works and I should have griped less.

Also, I had a story in my head and tried to start writing it up and MAN creative writing is a muscle I have not exercised in literally decades and it is going to take a lot of practice before I am not embarassingly bad at it.

The shelter contacted me. They have 5, 4-week old kittens they need a foster for. We are about to have KITTEHS!

They'll come in a big kennel and I'll spilt them into the dog kennel we have to give them more space and keep them from getting into everything. I think limited time out of the kennel to be held 1-2 at a time will be my evenings for the next 2 weeks. Meep

KITTENS!!! I am so jealous. I need to follow up on getting Moar Kittehs.

Yay nice stuff, flea!

It is supposed to be so nice here this week...through Thursday. As soon as the weekend hits, back to rainy and 50s. Grr.