I wrote a gigantic entry last night. I know most of you fell asleep before you got halfway through it, but I can sum it up by saying "it was a most unusual day."
Today was a day for moving very slowly and not leaving the apartment if I didn't have to. Late in the afternoon, I had to, so it was out the door to the convenience store for pop and cookies. Not exactly survival items, but I wanted some and there were none to be had. The house is still somewhat undersupplied after the Christmas trek.
Fargo is becoming pretty large. I really need to scan some new pictures and put them up. The kitten picture on his page is a good one, but he looks a lot different now. For that matter, I should update my own picture, but I can't find one I like, and I don't have time to do a rendering in charcoal or watercolors.
Picture me, only older. And lying around the house in sweats, with a headache, cat hair all over my lap.
Three months from today, I'll be 30.
I actually watched one of the football games. I watched the Rose Bowl game, the one in Pasadena. I never really liked the University of Michigan and sort of hoped they wouldn't win, but they did. It's nothing earthshaking to me.