The European Space Agency
just landed a spacecraft on a comet over 300 million miles away. That's very cool. I love living in the future.
I may need to get a waffle iron just so I can make
latke waffles. My god, they're beautiful.
I think Sophie may be allergic to something. She's been scratching an awful lot. It's not fleas, or Lloyd would have them too. (And so would I, probably. Yuck.) I can't afford to take her for testing until next month, since I just had to buy a year's supply of contact lenses, so I'm going to try to get her some limited-ingredient cat food after work. *sigh* The hard part is going to be keeping her food separate from Lloyd's.
I wrote
Naming Rights, a teeny Flash (the tv show) drabble. I just had this brief exchange in my head, and I didn't feel like building a longer story around it. Iris & Barry gen.
Now I have 54 words of my Yuletide fic. \o/