Reflections in the Dragon's Eye: A Journal

I made a list at work yesterday of all the things I should do before I declare my pieces of this project done. (That is, as "done" as they need to be for this preliminary, artificial deadline next week.) There is one fairly large thing still to do, a handful of little things, and one change that's fairly major which I may or may not decide to actually do - a matter of conformity rather than necessity.

I don't want to get cocky again, but I'm pretty sure that the whole list will take about two days to knock out. And today, both the new "lead" developer and my ersatz supervisor are going out of town for a meeting. And I'm taking tomorrow off.

Liz: ::giggle:: I love Bobofett: "I need more girlfriends. [...] I need someone to tell me to put down the vomity pink sparkly shirt because everyone knows that pink is wrong and evil, and to whisk me off quickly to the nearest eating and drinking establishment to sit me down for a feeding and watering because obviously, I have had a stroke if I am picking up anything pink."
Jeff: ::blink, blink::
Liz: She's sortof hyper like that. I think she's funny as hell.
Jeff: ::blink, blink:: Oookay. I'm going to go and stand over here in this part of the Internet. You stay WAY over there. Okay? Okay.
Liz: LOL ::HUGS the Jeffie!::
Jeff: Not that I'm complaining (and someone please shoot me if I EVER complain about getting a hug from an attractive woman) but what was that for?
Liz: Because you made me laugh. And now you get another one for implying I'm attractive. ::HUG!::
Jeff: ::grin:: Fair enough. Trust me, you are. And please don't ask for proof.
Liz: ::LAUGH:: I won't. But compliments are the sort of behavior I like to encourage.
Jeff: Keep the hugs coming and you'll continue to get them.

I'm not sure why I found that whole conversation hysterically funny last night, but I did. So I thought I'd share it with you this morning.

This morning, uncharacteristically, the cat did not pester me before the alarm went off. I woke up a little after five and noticed he was sleeping at the foot of the bed, which was fine. When the alarm went off, I looked for him, and saw he was snuggled up with Matt. And not coming to pester me.

Matt and I commented on how good he was being. We wondered if spending last night in the garage had produced such a profound effect.

After a couple whaps of the snooze button - during which time the cat was not even a little bit of a pest - I finally got up to feed him.

After I fed him, I went back to bed until Matt got out of the shower, at which time we had this conversation:

"You know how little kids, when they've been particularly bad, are sometimes really good for a while afterwards?" Matt looked at me in dawning horror, and I nodded. "We had a trash can upset last night."

"Did he pull the bag of barbeque out?" (This was barbeque left over from my uncle's party almost a month ago, and it had spoiled quite thoroughly.)

I nodded. "And chewed a hole in the side. And scattered bits of it all over the dining room." Which was a bit of an exaggeration; I found about four little piles of barbeque, and the shredded bag still mostly full almost under my chair.

I'm glad he didn't drag the bag under the chair; it probably would've taken me days to figure out where the smell was coming from.

And we've got guests coming tonight! Or tomorrow. We're not sure quite which, just yet.

I'm taking tomorrow and Monday off, so you may or may not hear from me again before Tuesday. It all depends on how I'm feeling and whether there is anything to report. Brief anecdotes may be sent to the mailing list, but I wouldn't count on that, either.

Word of the Day:
auriferous - containing gold

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- drawing
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