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I was going to get a bunch of things done this weekend. But instead, I think I'm going to lie on the couch and dribble noxious fluids. My head is stuffed with this cold, the poison ivy on the back of my knee is starting to weep, and I just don't feel all that perky, y'know?
Also, the cat/dog situation has gotten interesting. I thought DB would be happier if he was walled up in more familiar surroundings, so I barricaded off the hallway to my bedroom. And indeed, he's doing fine; he's sunning on my bed, which is what he'd be doing without the fiend from canine hell in residence. Micky, who wandered down this morning to see what was up and ended up on a two-floor chase with Thena - not so chipper. She might come down off my crates of zines. Someday.
Fortunately, the only thing I *have* to do this weekend is attend the Making Balms and Lotions class, and that's tomorrow.
Also, the cat/dog situation has gotten interesting. I thought DB would be happier if he was walled up in more familiar surroundings, so I barricaded off the hallway to my bedroom. And indeed, he's doing fine; he's sunning on my bed, which is what he'd be doing without the fiend from canine hell in residence. Micky, who wandered down this morning to see what was up and ended up on a two-floor chase with Thena - not so chipper. She might come down off my crates of zines. Someday.
Fortunately, the only thing I *have* to do this weekend is attend the Making Balms and Lotions class, and that's tomorrow.
