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Allergies kept me home today, so I was able to welcome in the fire alarm check guys.

Of course, after they left I noticed I didn't know where Ra was. Now, normally it's REALLY REALLY HARD to misplace a cat the size of a motorcycle sidecar. But I couldn't' find him. Window ledge? Nope. Table? Nope. Chair? Nope. Bedroom? Nope.

The last time I had this much trouble finding a cat in the house was when Spooky was sick and taking to hiding. Which was not what I needed today.

So, no finding him in house. I take a run around the townhouse complex (shooting pains... in chest... must stop being fat...), and no sign.

So I go back INTO the house, and do another search. No sign. Grab cat treats and call his name. Nothing. Go back downstairs where Khem is napping. And whose head is staring out of the fricking closet on top of the box our DVD player came in? A certain sun god!

I was too relieved to smack him.

Ah, well.

In other news, figured I would use today to finally watch Caddyshack. Checked out the Mississauga Public Library, and they had a copy. In the library too! So I put a reserve in at that branch, and go to get directions!

And discover that particular branch is, in fact, closed Mondays. Fuck.

Amused

While he was in New York and Boston my brother picked something up for me I said I'd liked.

The 'Iraq's most wanted' playing cards.

Okay, sure, it's a cute idea.But buying them was kind of dumb. They're gonna be GIVING them away in 6-8 months, probably with the purchase of a set of "Iran's most wanted".

That, and I don't recall that my desire was all that intense or legitimate. It's like Godzilla. I love the big G. Adore him. Mostly as an iconic expression of the power of the Atomic bomb, from the only people who've ever experienced it firsthand.

But my enthusiasm has caused Snra Bitter, on more than one occasion, to buy me something Godzilla like, at no insignificant cost, for my birthday. Not that I mind, the radioactive dust globe (it ain't snow,kids) is neat, and I love the Beanies. But I think she only got them for me because of on the spot enthusiasm. Which is lovely (bless her heart), but I'd prefer the Showtime grill one of these days. :)

Oh, yeah: Guess I ain't never becoming no author. Ah well; my hopes of travelling to a worldcon on a Canada Council grant have been dashed.