Fighting a dratted cold (thanks, darlin’, thanks a LOT) this morning. Accomplished the major weekend project of deep-cleaning the bedroom. Dust bunnies have been banished, ‘tho I suspect the ragged remnants of that dastardly corps have retreated to safety under the bed to regroup and plan their next assault. Still trying to convince the cats not to sleep on my face. Mayhem’s favorite position is sit on my pillow, place his front paws on my…
I’m feeling conflicted today. I remember exactly where I was five years ago today (in Cincinnati with my sister Stephanie) and what I was doing (keeping her distracted from the inflammatory, repetitive cable non-news coverage while also trying to check in with my friends Cathy in DC and Barb in Manhattan). I remember what I felt (like I’d been sucker-punched in the gut) and what it cost me (eventually my job, after the insurance industry…
Although I read my email and my friends’ journals, I’ve gotten terribly random about responding. Sorry. I’ll work on that.
I went out to my car this morning and discovered my windshield was seriously broken. I couldn’t find a natural cause for it (no rocks, branches, debris, or damaged critters laying around), so I suspect it was malicious. The implement left a distinct depression in the glass, about six inches long, an inch or two wide, and about a half-inch deep. As my grandmother would say, it was “just pure-t meanness.” Grumble. It’s all fixed…
I love this headline; it sounds like the title of a Sci-Fi Channel Movie of the Week: Psycho killer raccoons terrorize Olympia. Just what we need. Gangsta Raccoons. “They’re urban raccoons, and they’re not afraid.” The local wildlife expert said “he had seen packs of raccoons this big but none so into killing.”
