Little Update

I’m try­ing to keep whin­ing to a min­i­mum. More med changes, doc­tors, MRIs, etc. etc. etc.

When we got home last night, there was a scoot­er here! For me!

Not for­ev­er, just for a week—but it’ll get me through Drag­on Con.

I’m very pouty about not see­ing shes_precious there, though 🙁

I will be there. We have reli­able trans­porta­tion to get there, and I have trans­porta­tion that’ll get me all over the con much bet­ter than my own body would.

1) a tick­et for shad­owkatt, and 2) a place for me to hide and recharge dur­ing the day; would both make the week­end eas­i­er. Katie was plan­ning to work as a vol­un­teer, but she’s been burn­ing her can­dle at both ends, then got an icky sinus infec­tion, and Mama isn’t sure the baby is real­ly up to that 20 hours.

curiousmay9 is on her way to Germany—as in, in the air right this very moment—with joyeuse13 and choir. I sup­pose one could say she’s act­ing as a chap­er­one, but I fig­ure she’ll be in the midst of any hijinks, rather than try­ing to pre­vent them.

Did I men­tion that we have a new van? She’s love­ly, but she has­n’t yet told us her name.

Kit­tens. Every­where. Every time I turn around, there’s some­one with a whole lit­ter of kit­tens need­ing homes. Back, back, I say! A woman can only take so much!

No kit­tens yet. Not one. No mat­ter how very cute they are.

That sound you hear? It’s my inner 6‑year-old recit­ing from her prized copy of One Kit­ten Is Not Too Many!