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Well, isn't that odd...

Tonight's dinner was the reheated leftover skillet from last night's meal at Grandma Sally's restaurant. While I was retrieving the foam box that held the leftovers of the skillet (and a pancake!) I discovered a little plastic figurine of an anime-style catgirl sitting in the egg tray of my refrigerator. Somehow I think arphalia had a hand in this....

In other news I'm still mulling over the thought of bringing Eli home. There are many potential benefits, but this is balanced out by a number of potential drawbacks. The overwhelming concensus of those who have offered their advice is that I should stop dawdling and go adopt the kitten, because Ra could stand the company. As much as I'd like to go ahead and do this I think I'm probably going to pass up the opportunity, because throughout there has been a voice in the back of my head. It's a nagging, ugly old voice that's badgering me and telling me that I'm just inviting more trouble. What if Ra doesn't get along with the new cat? How will I manage feeding them? When I go away on vacation it's much harder to find boarding for two cats than it is for just one, and if I'm only gone for a weekend I can't just leave food out for the both of them because somebody (read: Ra) will get food he isn't supposed to get, yielding a much higher percentage of harf than necessary. I just can't make the logistics of two cats work in my head, which is sort of sad.

Now that I've gotten the obligatory kitten angst out of the way my goals for the evening are quite simple: First I want to find my access card for work (I couldn't find it this morning and thus had to spend the day using a temporary badge) and make sure I don't misplace it again -- maybe I'll embed it in my forearm for safekeeping. Second, I want to get the trash taken out to the garage since Ra apparently had a field day tearing apart every bit that he could lay his paws on. After I've dealt with the garbage and recycling I'm going to unwrap the five pounds of hamburger I have thawed in the fridge and repackage it in handy one-pound portions. Four pounds will go back into the freezer, and one pound will be grilled on the barbeque or fried up on the stove for dinner purposes Thursday night, depending on how much the weather cooperates. After that I'm pretty much open, and will probably spend the rest of the evening sorting through my postal mail and getting ready to pay the next round of bills.

It's funny how empty it feels within Z'ha'dum now that Arphalia and Ashryn are gone. Thanks again for coming down to visit, you two. I had a very good, relaxing time while you were here and owe you both a great deal for taking the time and effort to drive all the way down here to see me. I promise I'll take good care of the whiskey that was left behind, and treat it just as lovingly as I treat my gin.

two more at the door
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