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witchscauldronStill waiting for Jason to call to tell me he got home ok.
The plague is abating, but not fast enough for my liking. Still have nose goblins. If I'd eaten a peanut butter sandwich this afternoon, I'd have stuck my mouth shut and died of suffocation. Heh.
Kittens are starting the weaning process. This means, of course, trying to get the sneaky little buggers litter-trained. This is good - except it also means a litter box now lives in my living room, which is bad (and distasteful, to me). Hopefully they'll follow their parents into the damn thing and figure it out. I've had good success with teaching them, as they get more active, that the kitchen is off-limits...hoping it'll stick, enforced by water bottle and broom. I want this last bunch to be the best I can send out into the world, and to not end up tearing my hair out in frustration in another round of "Crouching Kitten, Hidden Poop".
I have an essay to write this week about Eostre. Hope to get that done before Friday.
Made some shiny gifts for the child of a covener who has a special ritual this coming weekend. I hope she likes them.
Can't wait for March Break! 10 days with Jason, and a trip to Rock of Ages for stones and beady goodness. :)
*muah* to poor Rose, who is in the hospital after having her appendix out. I am going with Justin to go see her tommorow, and hopefully my visit will be a good thing, not a crappy thing. This all greatly depends, though, on the state of my health, and the weather. I do not want to be sick one day longer than I have to be.
Ok, Jason called, he's alive and well - I'ma gone for my bed.
-M.
The plague is abating, but not fast enough for my liking. Still have nose goblins. If I'd eaten a peanut butter sandwich this afternoon, I'd have stuck my mouth shut and died of suffocation. Heh.
Kittens are starting the weaning process. This means, of course, trying to get the sneaky little buggers litter-trained. This is good - except it also means a litter box now lives in my living room, which is bad (and distasteful, to me). Hopefully they'll follow their parents into the damn thing and figure it out. I've had good success with teaching them, as they get more active, that the kitchen is off-limits...hoping it'll stick, enforced by water bottle and broom. I want this last bunch to be the best I can send out into the world, and to not end up tearing my hair out in frustration in another round of "Crouching Kitten, Hidden Poop".
I have an essay to write this week about Eostre. Hope to get that done before Friday.
Made some shiny gifts for the child of a covener who has a special ritual this coming weekend. I hope she likes them.
Can't wait for March Break! 10 days with Jason, and a trip to Rock of Ages for stones and beady goodness. :)
*muah* to poor Rose, who is in the hospital after having her appendix out. I am going with Justin to go see her tommorow, and hopefully my visit will be a good thing, not a crappy thing. This all greatly depends, though, on the state of my health, and the weather. I do not want to be sick one day longer than I have to be.
Ok, Jason called, he's alive and well - I'ma gone for my bed.
-M.
