Okay, so I've been on the phone all afternoon talking about moving issues with the kids, and I swear to you the dog has been listening to this and he KNOWS. He is at this moment pestering the living shit out of me. I am listening to a small, breathy wheezy attention-getting sigh even as I type. He is pacing and stamping his feet. He just changed positions, and is now harrumphing at me from the other side of my chair, in case the acoustics are better there. He knows there will be a road trip, he is determined to be on board, and wants to leave NOW!


Thank God for cats. They do not care. Leaving? Whatever. You better have somebody here to fill the dishes on time. I have a catsitting friend on duty, their dishes will be filled, that's all that matters.