6/25/15
What better way to spend my pre-birthday "weekend," that is - Thursday and Friday - by lounging at
the Waldorf. So I'm off for two nights at the Biltmore, with a visit to their spa planned for tomorrow.
I expect to do nothing but lounge poolside and catch up on my reading. Yes, I could do that here at home,
but the room service is better over there.
6/16/15
Claude is an asshole cat. Well, rather, Marvin and Frank are the assholes. While I was petting Claude
on Friday, they startled Claude, who jumped out of my arms and landed claws-first on my face. Ow.
He missed my eye by milimeters, but my whole eyelid swelled up red. So I figured I'd get out the
kitty clippers and give Claude a manicure. He didn't like that idea too much, and I have a bite on
my finger to prove it. Which, of course, is swelling up and tender. Now I'm trying to figure out if
the urgent care will be sufficient (they can give me the right antibiotics, but can they do an I&D if
that's needed) or if I should go to the ER.
Must invest in heavy gardening gloves for the next time I trim the little asshole's claws.
6/8/15
Now I hate crowds, so a convention is the last place I'd want to willingly find myself. But CatCon!
How could I pass up such an opportunity? Never before have I seen so many people wearing awesome cat-inspired
tees and clothes and cat ears. And so much cat-inspired art! It was totally a blast, and next year (seeing
as how this was so successful and will be an annual event), a handful of friends have promised to come.
I'm thankful that my cat-loving LA friends Alan and Ally are also baseball fans, because we met up with our mutual friend Karri for the Dodgers game. It was my first time at Dodger Stadium, and I had a blast.
Baseball, cats... a good trip to LA, all in all.
6/2/15
This day went downhill real fast. I came in from work to the usual sounds of Marvin, JFTB and Frank,
begging for their daily wet food feast. After tripping my way into the kitchen, I wondered where the
rest of the crew was. Claude's in quarantine overnights (that is, he gets put in the guest room or in
my room, away from the terrorizing of Marvin and Frank), so he was OK. So I look into the library room,
and Toby and Claire and on the floor staring at Dickhead. Who is on the ottoman, not seeing anything as he
stared into an eternal void. My poor baby. Given his age and street-wise past, and FIV+ history, I guess
it was his time. I'll miss him like crazy, and I'm so glad we got to spend the last six months together.
No cat has had more fattening up and snuggling than Dickhead. Rest in peace.
6/1/15
I did some extra hours during the daytime while the state survey team was in (we aced it!), so I asked for
Saturday off. Enjoyed the day with Eve, we went to downtown Phoenix for the Saturday morning farmer's market
to load up on edible goodies, ate lunch at the Public Market Cafe, and then went to a LocalFirstAZ craft fair,
where we found all sorts of non-edible goodies. Had so much fun, and then I came home and fell asleep and did
nothing else for the rest of the day. Waste of a day off - unless you count sleep as productive, which I totally do.
No comment on work and the last night of the month and what joy comes from not only being short-staffed, but findinf that 2/3 of your colleagues didn't hold up their end of the prep work.