Timothy is grey, though, and much softer than Puss I imagine, though equally sharp. And when he makes his eyes dilate like that it generally means he could lunge at you at any moment with his desperately-needing-a-trim claws. He can't make up his mind about salmon or chicken, and seems to believe there is another option and I am holding out on him. Actually, there is, but its crappy food that he will not be eating. And so it goes...
In other news, the true love has only just left work, having to complete something tonight, so I have been
Today is interesting in a few ways. It is the final day of January, 2008. It is also my last bookbinding day for now as I am on hiatus while I finish my Master's and decide if I want to bind. They made me promise to come back and to visit. I shall surely miss them and perhaps change my mind about the hiatus. I have been going there most weeks of the year since 1995. Wow. The end of an era. If only I could go on hiatus from Morris dancing (every week since 1995 also as well as numerous weekend gigs and events) I would have a clear schedule.
Tomorrow I will be hunkering down and planning my reader and syllabus for the course I will be teaching. Maybe we will watch Ira and Abby which I got from Netflix today. Because the true love worked late I watched a movie he rented while I was away, called Gossip. It was enjoyable and nothing fabuous. Tonight I may reach the end of the first Pratchett book. I am happy for Friday, a day of Bat Cave and true love working at home. Happy Friday!

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