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.

For those in need of virtual kittens, Tiny Kittens has three momma cats who have just given birth. There are 10+ kittens, all still at the eat/sleep/cry stage and the mom cats pretty much feed whichever kitten is around. Very cute.

Someone asked on my local Nextdoor about how to get kittens the other week, and everyone's answer was, "just wait." Heh.

In human baby news, I just dove into some coworkers' conversations, because Kate Middleton had the baby! And has already left the hospital! And looked stunning.

I just had a "Tartlets? Tartlets. The word has lost all meaning" moment.

I was looking for a song with "green"in the title and so I searched on that in my iTunes and suddenly confronted with rows of the word "Green" it looked impossibly wrong.

My brain was all, "What? How can a word with two "ee"s in the middle be a color? That doesn't make any sense at all! GREEEEEEN. What? No. I reject it."

And I'm all, "Brain. [sigh] You've been spelling this word since you were five years old. That's how you spell it. Remember in second grade when you forgot how to spell "of" and kept writing "uv"? You're just having a little pattern glitch here."