Mim is settling in well and I am doing my best not to get attached to her. I know we have to adopt her out, but she makes it hard when she likes snuggling up so much. She made herself quite at home, and Nox loves her to bits, and she's so gentle we clipped her nails last night easier than we've ever done one of our own. She's such a little lovebug-- she now even greets us on the bed with head nudges when we let the cats in in the morning.

Nox is recovering from his surgery with no problem. He's as playful and vocal as ever. Olive is NOT liking that we got her and Nox collars for their tags yesterday. She was totally frenetic the first hour, batting at the jingly thing that was attached to her. With a PISSY look on her face to boot. And then she settled down. On my head. I had fallen asleep in the papasan watching some godawful Nic Cage flick-- ps, somebody has got to talk to him about those awful hair plugs-- and she decided to guard me. Closely.



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Today's agenda: package up the last couple of orders for mailing. Watch True Blood. Work on BOS. Do some sort of skin treatment on myself because the imminent arrival of Aunt Flo means yecchiness and my face is all tender. Meh!

Rest in peace, Mr. Swayze.

As a child, I would watch Dirty Dancing over and over and over again, aping the steps and hoping that one day I would get to dance like that. Even now, I own no less than three copies of that movie. When I got older, I finally learned how, and it has brought me so much happiness.

You were the first person that ever made me want to dance. Thank you for that.