Ok, so the folks who were thrown out are back inside; still, it’s bullshit.

And, amusingly, when I came back upstairs, Fuzzy had apparently at some point snuck in here and was sleeping in my closet. Hey, I’m USED to BlackCat doing that….not so much Fuzzy. I have to laugh!

While waiting further updates, I’m piddling around on the computer (big shock, no?) and just managed to get the LJ crossposter to work, so those folks who had been bitching at me about not posting to LJ can now be treated to my ramblings again. Not so sure that’s a TREAT, but….

Also, I re-read SNAKE HIPS. It amazes me how many parallels there are between myself and Anne, just as a general statement. Plus, I love the way she expresses herself. Sure, NERD GIRL is the book of hers that would appeal to more of my friends, but SNAKE HIPS is one of the best memoirs I’ve ever read.

Oh, randomness–I almost cried, reading the letter Ted Hughes wrote to Aurelia Plath after Sylvia’s death. Amazing that it has been ten years since he died and 45 since SHE did.

And I just got “Salmon-botted”….Good thing I was already familiar with TheGreatHatsby!