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I am very proud to say that - as of this writing - that our wee Echo has taken to her litter box like a pro. Didn't even have to show her, really.

She continues to be both hilarious and endearing. SO, so in love with this critter.

/braggadocio

*~*~*

DJ just left with my mother to go to a charity, 'Antiques Roadshow'-type appraisal thing in Lancaster. He's taking both the clock and the spyglass that his grandfather gave him before he died.

They must think that I work tonight, because no one asked me to go. Heh. That's fine with me, as I'll continue to laze around and nurse my waning cold and write nonsense. Huzzah. You will all note that I didn't volunteer that information, either.

/antisocial curmudgeonry

*~*~*

I make myself laugh, with the bollocks I produce. Really. Seriously. Always more of the same, picking the same imagined wounds..Building to the same ends, always; treading the same beaten, self-serving ground.

It seems.

The flesh may vary, running the gamut between rosy and robust to pale, silken and fragile - but the basic bones remain ever the same, beneath.

Both horrifying and fascinating.

/hot air

*~*~*

I think I'll make some muffins, a bit later.

Maybe venture forth for nail polish remover..though it's Sunday, and everything around here is closed up tight, as of five, yesterday. Typical Amish country.

I know I want to should get together with Pete, this evening.
Maybe.
Get out in the fresh air - it's so lovely and cool, and I know I'll regret it, if I don't - and brush away some of these cobwebs.

/restless, guilt-laden faux ennui