whoa.
today we woke up to mister zoot [my huge, slow ragdoll] growling at something on my bedroom floor. it was a little gray mouse he'd caught and [mostly] killed! we don't even [to my knowledge] have mice in our house, so i have no clue where he got it. in any case, he got a bunch of treats and lots of petting. thank god glenn was here to dispose of the weensy dead mouse. and now i know mister zoot is a mousah! he's perfect for new york city.
speaking of which... glenn is on his way back to nyc for his second interview at the guggenheim. i'm not even going to think about what that means for me and my life and my time frame until i know for sure whether he's gotten the job or not.
speaking of which... glenn is on his way back to nyc for his second interview at the guggenheim. i'm not even going to think about what that means for me and my life and my time frame until i know for sure whether he's gotten the job or not.