Well, since evidently no-one else is going to evince an opinion--or maybe y'all are just insanely clean-living individuals--I managed to get almost all of my (VERY messy) bedroom cleaned up the last time there was any methadone percolating around in *my* bloodstream...

Of course, I also was up for almost two days straight (more of my winsomely spazzy response to opiates) and hence needed Day #3 to sleep and recover, but hey, at least I was able to find that months-overdue David Sedaris book from the library. After several hours of foraging and sorting, anyway.

Heinekens on top of it, though? Yecch. That's just SO wrong. See if he drops any hundreds, Bill, and maybe you can get it on the security cameras? (You have such things out in the wilds of CT, mais non?)

Male orange tabbies RULE! I just got the Nevada trip pix from my dad and will scan them later this week with a link to follow, and *that* link will also take you to the album with pix of my beloved Tboy (RIP) and Senor Boo (happily relocated farmwards). I always get my kids different food every time too, though Sophie is prone to sniff it suspiciously for some time before she'll actually partake. I love my little skeptic.