The dog flung himself at me with hysterical protestations of joy and every time I sit down he gets all clingy at me. The cat walked up to me, eyed me for a long second and has since then refused to look at me, and if I pick him up he holds himself all light and tense and wriggles down indignantly.
MEG: *to his retreating back* I MISSED YOU TOO, BABY!
JASPER: Go die in a fire, faithless whore!
I FINISHED THE SECOND CHART ON SERAPHIM ON THE TRAIN!!! And then I ripped the chart up into tiny pieces and dumped it in the trash -- not the shawl, the paper chart, as I briefly confused
yanocchi into believing. Isn't it funny how having one chart of 20 and one chart of 10 to go is better than having another chart of 30?