Weekend? What weekend?
I did get a fair wodge of stuff done this weekend. Lecture done. Book review done, largely because I just did not want to have to open that miserable excuse for a book again. Substantial bits of ASIST poster done. Some of fantasy-book entries done, but that’s going to take me another weekend.
Unless my Friday can remain meeting-free, in which case I can take the day off to wipe some of this stuff off my plate, maybe even get a lecture or so ahead of the game. Here’s hoping.
Mouser and the Goths have not yet reached an understanding. The antibiotics cleared up Mouser’s illness nicely, so I let her out this weekend, since I’d be around to supervise interactions. Didi has taken to rushing Mouser, which has got to be scary given that Didi is a pro linebacker to Mouser’s gymnast. The Squirt Bottle of Doom has had to come out of hiding more than once.
Eh, well. These things take awhile—and as David noted, we’re actually pretty lucky with Mouser. She could have been standoffish, hungry for the great outdoors, or just plain mean. Instead she’s our good-tempered little cuddlebug, who forgives us even the manifest indignity of white glop squirted down the throat.