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Oct. 16th, 2007 11:11 pmFeels like some wannabe preliminary flu business is trying to take over my body (aches running up the spine, neck, and settling in the skull behind each ear), which happens to come at a particularly inopportune moment (but when is it ever an opportune moment for a flu?). I have an exam tomorrow, and need to finish my proposal for a late turn-in. And Alex comes home from New York, finally, after staying for two additional, unforeseen days. I've had my green tea and my zinc. Hopefully a night's rest will chase it away?
I need to write and study and... do laundry, but I'd much rather curl up and rest. Ze grumble!
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Oh, cat: I appreciate your zeal for potted greenery, but thank you for ceasing the chewing and uprooting of my poor fledgling spider plants. I understand they are hardy, but there's no need to test them.
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For awhile I've been noticing a toad inside the compost bin each time I open the lid to dump stuff into it. At first I tried to catch him, because I figured it must get very hot in there during the day and couldn't see any way for him to get in and out. He always hopped away. I wasn't thrilled with the idea of digging through rotting kitchen scraps to get to him, so I let him be. Today I opened the lid and there were two toads! The original, and another partially hidden inside a folded-over coffee filter. By now I assume it's a perfectly reasonable and ideal toad safe-haven -- enough for him to invite his friends. (They just need to find the unmarked back door and know the secret password.)
I need to write and study and... do laundry, but I'd much rather curl up and rest. Ze grumble!
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Oh, cat: I appreciate your zeal for potted greenery, but thank you for ceasing the chewing and uprooting of my poor fledgling spider plants. I understand they are hardy, but there's no need to test them.
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For awhile I've been noticing a toad inside the compost bin each time I open the lid to dump stuff into it. At first I tried to catch him, because I figured it must get very hot in there during the day and couldn't see any way for him to get in and out. He always hopped away. I wasn't thrilled with the idea of digging through rotting kitchen scraps to get to him, so I let him be. Today I opened the lid and there were two toads! The original, and another partially hidden inside a folded-over coffee filter. By now I assume it's a perfectly reasonable and ideal toad safe-haven -- enough for him to invite his friends. (They just need to find the unmarked back door and know the secret password.)
