I got a minor soaking last night bringing the trash can back from the so-called curb.
ealdthryth announced she wanted to work on her garb, so I dutifully went upstairs and cleared away most of the junk I had spread out on the table from last year's steampunkification activities. I was disappointed to discover that my sweetie's plan was merely a stray thought rather than an actual plan, and no work on garb occurred.
Instead of being truly productive, I assembled a set of Legos into something resembling a steam locomotive, tender, and passenger car. AElfgifu attempted to squeeze into the empty box, but failed.
Our evening was not completely unproductive. We discussed travel plans, logistics, and (ironically enough) rail ticket prices.
This Is Inadequate Fu
The last of the current bag of kibble was dispensed to the felines last night. There was a lot of kibble dust that got scooped into the bowls, and the cats were not pleased by it. A chorus of protests were raised over the inadequacy of the food. I can't say I blame them. It's better than dirt...I guess. It isn't as any of them appear to be starving, though. Quite the contrary. Even AElfgifu has plumped up to a more healthy-seeming weight instead of being a scrawny kitty.