Meh...

[mousme]

So I'm meeting the person I talked about in this post in about ten minutes in Central Station. I have my copy of Don Quixote in case she's late. It's a drier read than I thought it would be.

Then I'll go home, feed all six cats, watch a few episodes of The Pretender, and collapse in a tired heap and go to bed.

I am absurdly pleased that Grimshackle did not, in fact, run away in horror the minute I stepped through the door this morning, but in fact waited a good minute and a half before running away in horror. This is progress.

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[mousme.livejournal.com]

Nah, I don't think I actually mentioned it. :)