It's snot-freezingly cold.

This morning, I chose a more leisurely breakfast and thus riding the bus at 8:40 to taking toast with me and catching the train at 8:27. At 8:55 I decided to forget the bus and take the 9:15ish train, stopping in at the Red Lion (a tobacconist/magazine/game-and-hobby store) to warm up for a few minutes -- it's about ten degrees out -- and getting to the station at about 9:10.

At 9:45, the 8:27 train arrived at Salem Depot. So it was a good thing I
hadn't tried to get it in the first place. electriccat was waiting there too with the same small comfort, except without having had coffee yet.

Oh, incidentally, that bus passed me on my way to the Depot about two minutes after I left the bus stop, so the whole half hour plus that I spent waiting in the cold was spent contemplating what might have been.

Cat terrorism

We had been in bed for only a few minutes with the lights out. J.'s parents were sleeping in the next room. And then, it began.

She: I love it when my legs are treated like a jungle gym.
I: Do you.
She: Yes.
I: Noted.
[pause]
She: This is about the food.

( Paws of fury )

Buffy

You know, even though I watched the most recent new episode a couple of weeks ago, I somehow completely missed a significant explosion near the end, of which I have learned while trying to find out when the next new episode is supposed to be aired.

Weird.

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It's a slow work day, in that post-issue-being-mailed place of "anything lying around is by definition something that was unimportant enough to sit here for several weeks, so why bother?"

But I suppose I should look through that stuff anyway.