Mrphle. Grrr. Ack. Bleargh. *coughs* Erm, I mean, good morning. I’m back from my weekend off. It did me no end of good.
*looks around* So what’s going on?
Well, the dogs are sleeping–Odd Trundles is settled on my bed, and it will take a nuclear bomb to get him loose before he’s finished the important business of the Morning Nap. Miss B had all four paws in the air and was dreaming when I rolled out of bed, and she had a bit of difficulty sorting herself out that had rather bled over into the rest of her day. I think the dream may have involved small dashing bits of prey, because she keeps looking in corners and under things, getting her snoot into all sorts of dust and trouble and so far rooting out nothing but a couple chew toys. The Mad Tortie is alternating between grilling herself on the office heater and inviting herself to my lap for cuddles.
Bandit misses Critic, his partner in cavy chew-crime. Being snuggled by big pink monkeys isn’t enough, and I feel sorry for him, but I am not getting another cavy. We’ll never be free of them if I keep their population at two. I will care for poor Bandit to the best of my ability, he shall want for nothing, but once he goes, I will NEVER AGAIN have rodents in my office. I just can’t even.
The neighbors are putting out Nativity scenes. I always have the idea, this time of year, to get two Nativities and alternate setting them out with same-sex holy couples. You know? Baby Jesus with Two Mum Marys. Baby Jesus with Two Dads. The only thing that stops me is the expense, really, and the fact that I can’t decide whether to start doing a Cthulhu Nativity with armed garden gnomes creeping up on the Tentacled One instead. It would certainly give the neighborhood association something to talk about.
Recent events have put a dent in my work schedule, so now I’m playing catch-up. At least I’ve Dealt With the problems in No Uncertain Terms, and updated my email filters to boot. God, how did we ever survive without filters? It’s unthinkable.
Anyway, happy Monday. I’m pleased to see nothing burned to the ground while I was–
*is handed sheet of paper*
Oh. Well. Erm.
Time to get back to work…