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flammifera; perhaps my string of late nights (that is to say, early mornings) is catching up with me. My throat's a little rough, though; I may have a bug.
The world obligingly threw a little curve ball this morning to rouse me: a manila envelope was delivered direct to our door, before the regular mail, withirilyth's name on it but our street address. (Irilyth, aka Josh, lives in California.) It had no return address, but the postmark indicated that it had been mailed from Ann Arbor. Mysteeeerious. (But not that mysteeeerious: turns out it was intended for another Josh, unknown to us but with the same last name, who probably lives in our building; the sender just got the apartment number wrong.) Also delivered today: a nice thick SWAPA with an excellent cover by carpenter.
I saw Cope, the content but vigilant orange porch-kitty, on my way into work; he stretched his neck out for me to rub and purred, deep in his throat, to reward me. For the first time, I exchanged words with his owner, who arrived while I was stroking his cat. Cope is going to miss K and I when we leave (he told me); we're his new best friends, apparently, since we (mostly she) stop to bestow skritchings and opportunities to vanquish the dreaded Foot Monster whenever we pass.
The health inspector, an unfailingly good-natured African fellow named Ebi, stopped by the theater today. His chief order: replace the deteriorating cabinets in the concession stand by the end of August. Since I've been crusading for their removal since 1999 or so, I was pleased; perhaps this will light a fire under someone.
Discovery of the day: I can rate songs from my iPod, without needing to use iTunes. How handy!
flammifera; perhaps my string of late nights (that is to say, early mornings) is catching up with me. My throat's a little rough, though; I may have a bug.The world obligingly threw a little curve ball this morning to rouse me: a manila envelope was delivered direct to our door, before the regular mail, with
irilyth's name on it but our street address. (Irilyth, aka Josh, lives in California.) It had no return address, but the postmark indicated that it had been mailed from Ann Arbor. Mysteeeerious. (But not that mysteeeerious: turns out it was intended for another Josh, unknown to us but with the same last name, who probably lives in our building; the sender just got the apartment number wrong.) Also delivered today: a nice thick SWAPA with an excellent cover by carpenter.I saw Cope, the content but vigilant orange porch-kitty, on my way into work; he stretched his neck out for me to rub and purred, deep in his throat, to reward me. For the first time, I exchanged words with his owner, who arrived while I was stroking his cat. Cope is going to miss K and I when we leave (he told me); we're his new best friends, apparently, since we (mostly she) stop to bestow skritchings and opportunities to vanquish the dreaded Foot Monster whenever we pass.
The health inspector, an unfailingly good-natured African fellow named Ebi, stopped by the theater today. His chief order: replace the deteriorating cabinets in the concession stand by the end of August. Since I've been crusading for their removal since 1999 or so, I was pleased; perhaps this will light a fire under someone.
Discovery of the day: I can rate songs from my iPod, without needing to use iTunes. How handy!
