The wind howls, the rain falls.
The outdoor summer window shades were crashing against the house till I went out there and rolled them up. I guess we won't need them today will we?
I have been hunched over the computer, updating files, downloading programs, re-constructing databases and in all ways playing catch up. Windows XP is cool. But it's complicated to learn a new way of doing almost EVERYTHING!!!! Aaarrrrgggghhh!
The kitten has been using my desk for a portion of an imaginary racetrack. Jump up on the reading chair, run across the end table, cruise the side desk, run between the monitor and keyboard, launch onto the bookshelf, and hit the floor.. . .Repeat.
About said kitten.
We have had to re-name Phoebe because certain fur covered gonadal growthoids have begun to make their appearance around about
Flea Bait it is then. I guess we could call him Baity. (Not to be confused with Warren....) Yes, yes, I know the spelling is tortured. Tortured spelling is part of my job description.
The wind is picking up. The rain is increasing.
This would be fine if I didn't have to go out for groceries. And I'm talking bread and milk and eggs groceries here. I gotta go groceries. No frills groceries. Sigh.
Well, it gives me a chance to try out my new winter hat.
But I won't whine too much about the weather, or trans-gender kittens, or steep learning curves on computers.
I can't.
It's not allowed, because there's apple butter bubbling in the crock pot.