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mallorys_cameraI suppose if you wanted a quasi-quantitative means to mark the exact moment that any empire begins its decline, you would pick that instant when the cost of servicing its debt first exceeds the defense budget.
Working, working, working, working – but not really getting anything done.
Milo seems to have recovered entirely from his demodectic mange and is back to his old bouncy self. The Meezer is in and out of decline – I think as her fur attempts to grow out of the head wound, horrible little microorganisms trall down into the depths and reinfect her. She’s lost a lot of weight and has started sleeping with me a night – always a bad sign when the Meezer, the most standoffish and spiteful of cats, turns affectionate. I don’t honestly know if she’ll make it.
I exercised the turtle yesterday -- he's a fast little fucker once he gets going, zipped that 100 yards in back of the house in under an hour.
Else?
I have a sort of intellectual crush on one of my fellow censusnistas – well, crush is the wrong word: there’s no emotional component to it at all. I enjoy bantering with him, would like to figure out a way to go on bantering with him once the census gig is through. As in, hey! can we eat cheap Chinese food and go to a movie every once in a while? I have no idea how one accomplishes such objectives at my ripe old age and having been off the meat market – or I suppose more appropriately, given said ripe old age, the bone market – for the past 20 years. He doesn’t wear a wedding ring and is generally curmudgeonly which would seem to indicate he’s not married. But who the hell knows?
The Resident Teenager is off to three weeks of summer camp tomorrow. I’ll miss him. I think.
Working, working, working, working – but not really getting anything done.
Milo seems to have recovered entirely from his demodectic mange and is back to his old bouncy self. The Meezer is in and out of decline – I think as her fur attempts to grow out of the head wound, horrible little microorganisms trall down into the depths and reinfect her. She’s lost a lot of weight and has started sleeping with me a night – always a bad sign when the Meezer, the most standoffish and spiteful of cats, turns affectionate. I don’t honestly know if she’ll make it.
I exercised the turtle yesterday -- he's a fast little fucker once he gets going, zipped that 100 yards in back of the house in under an hour.
Else?
I have a sort of intellectual crush on one of my fellow censusnistas – well, crush is the wrong word: there’s no emotional component to it at all. I enjoy bantering with him, would like to figure out a way to go on bantering with him once the census gig is through. As in, hey! can we eat cheap Chinese food and go to a movie every once in a while? I have no idea how one accomplishes such objectives at my ripe old age and having been off the meat market – or I suppose more appropriately, given said ripe old age, the bone market – for the past 20 years. He doesn’t wear a wedding ring and is generally curmudgeonly which would seem to indicate he’s not married. But who the hell knows?
The Resident Teenager is off to three weeks of summer camp tomorrow. I’ll miss him. I think.
