yesterday

It's disconcerting to be eating your lunch while staring out at the backyard, only to find that the sky over the front yard has turned black when you go to put your dishes in the sink. Shortly thereafter, the sky fell.

And now my fingers are made of ice. Wheeeeee!

purezza decends

She's here! She's here! Cat chow Purezza [thanks, Heidi] is here! *flails about like a spaz* Which, I'm fairly certain is a redundant phrase if ever there was one... Also here, the clothes I bought the other day. They're loverly. There would be photographic evidence of my good mail day, only I'm tired, it's cold, and the light, she is dying. Tomorrow? Friday? Not sure. But she's here!