I went to work. It's calmed down now that the site visit is over. My boss and I did good work on a funding request (one page is *so* much harder to write than several).
Devin came over yesterday and we took photographs of things I want her to ebay (anyone want my great-grandmother's evening coat? My grandmother's 1930s pearl evening purse? How about her enameled silver compact? My mother's 1950s silver-beaded evening purse? A big Turkish silk bedcover made of embroidery squares surrounded by more silk? Stuff! I live with too much stuff. It's good stuff, so I don't want to just give it away, but it's crazy for it not to live in more appreciative homes. So, ebay. Devin gets a cut for doing so much of the work, I get closet space.
Otherwise the week was pretty usual. We are ourselves, the cats are themselves, though they must have overheard me boasting to friends with picky-eater cats that they weren't picky eaters and suddenly they are turning up their little noses at their tinned food. This is annoying as it took a while to find one they liked that didn't make them stinky, gassy little creatures. I suppose the search will have to continue. Even Sophia, who under the pressure of kittens who would be oh-so-delighted to eat her Friskies (they don't get it because of said gas issues, Sophie gets it because it's all she will reliably eat) started turning up *her* nose. Cats!
Jim took a really cute picture of Sophia basking in the sun today and when I took the card from the camera to upload it, instead of slipping it into the card reader in my printer, it fell beside it deep into the innards of the printer from whence it shall only be retrieved sometime in the future by an archeologist or someone taking the thing apart to recycle it.
Next week is going to be a more interesting week. For me at least. Days off, plus holidays. Lots of writing planned. Yay!
For my reading and writing news and a chunk of retrospective journal entries, see Les Semaines.