Not enough sleep; woke up from a very Bugs Bunny -ish dream and realized I'd need to take it easy today. Might try to write up the dream later just because it was unusual, but might not do so 'cause I'm not sure it's quite interesting enough.
Tomorrow, I (and a handful of other LiveJournal folks) will be performing with Thrir Venstri Foetr (Three Left Feet) at the Fairy Festival at Spoutwood Farm in Glen Rock, Pennsylvania tomorrow. We'll be on Frodo's Stage at 15:00 and 17:00 (that's 3PM and 5PM for folks who really can't stand 24-hour time). Directions and other info are available at the festival's web site. We had fun last year; it's a rather nice festival. If you're in central MD or eastern PA (or even northern VA) and looking for something fun to do in the lovely weather (last time I checked the forecast anyhow -- if it's changed I'm not sure I want to know), come on out. Say hello. Take pictures. Join in on the teaching dances. Watch lots and lots of cute people wearing fairy wings. I remember that some of the people I saw last year were extremely cute.
And if anyone happens to slip me a Zyrtec tablet, I won't tattle. I'll just be grateful to have my eyes and the roof of my mouth itch less. (*grumble* Pollen.) Benadryl doesn't do me any good, and most other OTC antihistamines stopped working for me long ago. Claritin does help a little, not as much as Zyrtec. Same with Allegra.
I'm not having a very productive day today, but I'm hitting my email backlog and LJ in brief bursts ... answer a couple of messages, pet Perrine, lie down, get up, answer a couple of messages ... Mostly I'm just trying to make sure I'm up for tomorrow and planning to see how much I can accomplish Monday (assuming I spend much of Sunday resting). I've got gas in the car, and I moved the car back to my side of the street before rush hour and the tow trucks arrived, so the Absolutely Must Do items have been taken care of (oh, and I fed Perrine and petted her a lot, which were other Must Do tasks -- just ask her). I'm a bit annoyed that the street sweeper came by neither street-cleaning day this week (nor last Friday). We have to move the cars or get ticketed, but actual cleaning is iffy. I don't usually mind quite as much, but a dead rat stinking up the place last week and chicken bones in the gutter today make me notice a bit more.
When I moved the car, I left the security door open so that Perrine could look out through the glass of the outer door. Usually when I come inside, even if she's in heat, she's more interested in my coming in than any chance of her going out, but this time she stayed by the door watching things on the street intently for long enough for me to wander back and see what she was looking at. My neighbours put their trash out on the wrong day. Birds were raiding it. Kitty-television.
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Vamp:)=
Kitty Television
Note: I didn't write Kitty TV to avoid any confusion as to what I was writing about.
Re: Kitty Television
I don't know whether anyone has ever noticed, but for the past several years I've made a habit of spelling out the word 'television' instead of abbreviating it 'TV'. And yeah, when it's not to avoid ambiguity, it's to head off lame puns. (Some clever puns get shut out as well, as a side effect. *shrug*)
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I hope the allergies stayed under control.
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I just find 24-hour time less ambiguous ... but I apparently manage to upset some folks who do like 24-hour time because I use such non-military constructions as "a quarter to fifteen" or "half past twenty", and might say, "sixteen o'clock" instead of, "sixteen hundred". In a previous discussion about this, someone mentioned that there is some group that uses "my" phrasings ...
(To me that all just makes sense, but I confess it's the math-weenie/smartass part of me that says "a third past" or "a third of" instead of "twenty past" or "twenty of".)
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I still have to fight the urge to reduce fractions when I write checks. ;-)