Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

There is a tail lying on my kitchen floor. A silver-tabby tail with long fur, curled into a perfect candy-cane shape, lying on the floor next to the oven. And until the mouse inside the stove moves again or Perrine gets bored, that's as much cat as I've got tonight. At the moment Perrine doesn't seem to be getting bored, so I guess we're both waiting for the mouse.

But one of these days I simply must get video of her emerging from under the oven.

About twelve hours from now is my uncle's funeral in Alexandria. Transportation for me from Baltimore has been worked out. I'm going to go crash now. Oddly enough, I wound up spending a chunk of the morning talking to anniemal about losing Jo-Bug, and Jo-Bug's memorial service, wake, and ashes-scattering; and not much time talking about my uncle. But I was thinking about him.

Later I'll have to babble about brass. But now it's time for sleep.