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Mr. Scuzzy is exhibiting the same initial symptom as Tux was, namely the constant runnings to the catbox with little result. The Internets tell me that either he's constipated, which is easily fixed by OTC medications, or that he has some kind of urinary tract issue, which is an OMG VET sort of problem. Based on last weekend, I'm inclined to put my money on #2, and thus nedlnthred is kindly delaying her weekend departure for an hour so we can run him up to the vet.

It's been a long day, and part of a longer week. I was supposed to go up to the house to pack more STUF, but neither Steve nor I were up for it at all (he's been having wretched allergy attacks at night, and is badly sleep-deprived), so we postponed. Instead, I have come home, scritched kitties, had a drink while sitting on the porch & watching the sun set over the ghetto, and made dinner.

The dinner, thus: Based on a Nigella recipe, to wit "Lentils with Italian Sausage". Which we had no sausages, but rather a lot of kielbasa, so this is the Polish version. The flavors are good, but I wanted a more stewlike item, and the lentils are still a bit on the crunchy side. We have set half of it back on the stove with more liquid to see what happens. (Meantime, nedlnthred made cookies.)

And now is wine and Much Ado About Nothing, which is also comfort food. Lord, I love how Kenneth Branagh can carry off the lines! (Particularly compared to The Keanu {though his half-naked massage scene is pretty}.) (I love this movie, but the costumes are shit, even if you figure they're actually doing Shakespearean-age rather than the putative time period; oh well.) And also working on a core class project with Dr. Nick: hurray for Google Docs. I, for one, welcome, etc.

Last night, went down to get a Popsicle, realized it would be impossible to eat while playing CoH, and made a cocktail instead. This, in my head, is what passes for logic.

Take a double handful of very ripe raspberries, and about 10 mint leaves. Muddle the bejesus out of them with about 3/4 oz. white rum and a splash of simple syrup. When pulverized, strain into flute and fill up with the last of the bottle of Prosecco your housemate did not finish t'other night.

It's tasty, beautiful, and potent. JUST LIKE ME!

...

I'm not good at the self-affirmation. But it was a good drink.

Busy as a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. Work is full of the ulaeulaeulaeulaeulaeulae, but there is progress hidden in the madness; I hope to get a moment to post about that before it's entirely stale. elibalin and I went to the New York Classical Theatre tonight, which is to say we followed them around Central Park as they put on "Misalliance" by George Bernard Shaw. Most excellent, again, as was their show we saw last summer. And outdoors on a beautiful night, so what's not to like? Before that nedlnthred and I made a lightning raid on David Byrne's art installation Playing the Building, which is that he took the ancient Battery Maritime Building and rigged it so that when you play an antique miniature organ in the middle, you are playing the sounds of the building itself. It was about to close, which necessitated the haste... It was amazingly cool, and I'm most glad we went. Apparently the building (a glorious old Edwardian structure, royally trashed in the interim) is about to be turned into a luxury hotel. But supposedly they will be restoring what they can. That's something.

Rest of the week included great kindness from sedai, caelfinn, and Mr. caelfinn, who I shall be enjoying Burning Man vicariously through; dinner with cobrawoman and sweh at a fine, fine Greek place recommended by spride; a humblingly miserable clothes-shopping experience which I shall perhaps post about if I ever get two more seconds; and a Bryant Park Movie (at last!! and the last of the summer, at that) with elibalin followed by crashing at his place so that I could get a sense of how long it takes to commute from thence to Hunter. It's about the same as commuting from Beth's House for Wayward Women, and far far better than from Fair Lawn. And I do love what I've seen of the neighborhood, and I could maybe even afford a 2BR apartment there. It's just so friggin' far from sweh.

nedlnthred is off to the shore this weekend, and I might have gone (it looks like it will be glorious weather), but I'm feeling really dragged out and have opted to stay home. Generally of late I'm trying to live by the tenet "the only regrets are the things that you don't do" (hat tip to vikingtim), but the beach is not going anywhere, and I think I'll feel 10x better for puttering locally.

...cos I am awfully tired.

Saturday: much errand running and whatnot, and then a Very Most Excellent Concert consisting of Motorhead, Black Sabbath, and Judas Priest. Hope to post about that separately.

Sunday: had a really good, really long (I ran from full charge down to dead-battery) phone convo with Mom; which I hadn't actually talked to her since the effluvium hit the whirlyblades, and so was long overdue. Then went ballistic with the mop and the bleach on the back bedroom that is currently housing the four cats formerly curated by dariodevil--we intend it to be the media room when it stops smelling of cat butt. (One of them, it's either Tux or Scuzzy, doesn't like the style of catbox currently in there and is pleased to do his business right in front of it. I think I've sorted that, but now there are hairballs.) Great strides were made, if at the cost of vast exhaustion. Also I realized I forgot the audio/visual cable for the PS2. Bah.

Monday: met sweh down t'pub and gibbered on his shoulder for awhile. Also he tried to explain radians to me. The diagrams he made in my notebook are incomprehensible to me sober.

Tonight: thought I would pick up Lurch from the mechanics, but it turns out he needs bigger magic that will take much longer, so went home for therapeutic baking--whereupon nedlnthred and I found that all the flour, and sundry other items, in her cabinets were infested with flitty moths. I marshaled a successful campaign to eradicate them from this particular region (nearly falling off the counter a few times, and both of us getting multiply mosquito-bit since the back door was open to help with the bleach smell), but it was a Pyrrhic victory with a lot of civilian casualties. Then, feeling this was more than sufficient effort at the end of what was a really wearing work day for each of us, we watched Part One of the A&E Scarlet Pimpernel, to which I can only say that the memory of Leslie Howard is in no way endangered.

Work: All of our hojillion senior-citizen students have been told Blatantly Wrong Things about the computery bits of registration. Helpdesk drama ensued. More about this another time, too, probably.

It's a beautiful, perfect Pennsic day out there. You guys have fun!

Suddenly, I am moved into my new office! It has windows! And airflow! And space! And a door! And only 1.5 officemates!

Accounts Guy and I intend to set up, on the table in the corner, an espresso station. Because we are civilized.

sweh, arkham1010, audiovile, and your humble correspondent are sitting at an outdoor table at a pub on Greenwich Ave. (that bit is important, folks), having a pleasant drink and a chat, when we overhear the two fellows at the table opposite ask the bartender...where to find Greenwich Village.

Primary residence is now at nedlnthred's. Email and cellphone, in that order, are the best ways to reach me.

Rollo the kitten died today. Feline leukemia + pneumonia, nedlnthred tells me.

I have many terribly cute pictures of him from last weekend that I will upload tomorrow.