Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Perrine has decided that she likes playing with used Q-tips (cotton swabs). I've found them on the floor in odd places where I didn't remember dropping them, and lately I've caught her fishing them out of the trash can in the bathroom. I don't mind there being little plastic rings and the occasional plastic bottle-cap in the hall and in the dining room (she gets more excited about the wee toy mice -- and the crinkly things that look like Christmas ornaments -- that are actully designed as cat toys, but those wind up enthusiastically batted behind and under things where I never find them again, while the improvised toys are left where I can find them and throw them again) ... I don't mind the plastic toys-that-look-like-trash scattered about, but I take exception to the distribution of used Q-tips around the house.

But aliza250 will, of course, remind me that I'm getting off easy here. So yeah, I know how much more annoying this could be than just cotton swabs.

Delayed birthday dinner with family was very nice despite how tired I was before I'd even gotten there. Middle-brother (I'm the eldest) and sister-in-law were there -- I really need to get out to Annapolis to see them more often. (Until last night, I'd thought it was just going to be me, Mom, and youngest-brother.) Came home, dealt with litter box, trash, and recycling, tuned in a weather forecast, and found out that a bunch of snow is headed thisaway (5"-10" or 6"-8" depending on which television station's weather forecaster you trust more), which kind of clarifies my plans for the day (but complicates things later in the week when I try to catch up on what I'd hoped to do). Then again, I probably need a day of weather-enforced rest anyhow more than I need to keep pushing myself. (Of course, the rest will be interrupted by snow-shovel work.)

And I found out just how uncoordinated sitting behind a drum kit can make me feel after not having played for an embarrassing length of time. I need to practice a lot ... but living in a row-house, I'm really desiring electronic drums to that the sound could be limited to a pair of headphones. More on that later.

I guess I ought to put clothes back on and move the car to Mount St. ... then again, I'm starting to wonder whether I should attempt to predict whether Baltimore will declare a snow emergency or not.