The cats are still fine. They have done all the cat things: scampering (both of them), tail-chasing (Saffron), getting underfoot (mostly Cassie), demanding to be fed at the wrong times (both of them).

I finally received the Evenup Shoe Balancer that I ordered, which is a kind of sandal that is more or less bungied onto the shoe of one's uninjured ( Read more... )

Eric is away visiting family, so I am looking in on the cat once a day. I took the bus and walked the five blocks from 38th Street, though it was a blustery gray damp day. I ended up one block too far west, which meant that I came to his place along the block where we generally park Lydy's car when we borrow it. The people who live there have a ( Read more... )

This year Fourth Street left room to drag people onto panels at the last moment. I had an hour and a half's warning of the first one, but missed completely the moment when I was put on the Sunday afternoon panel about how you know when to stop revising. skzb reasonably felt that, given the situation my book and I are in, I should be on this panel. I ( Read more... )

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