So we finally had the pet photo contest at work. Results came out yesterday. Fitz lost to a snake, a dog with a teddy bear, and a dog on a jet ski. -sigh-
And now I'm nursing bloody feet because he thinks it's fun to hide under the bed and claw me when I walk by. I don't have any band-aids. Well, I do, but they're black with skulls and crossbones all over them, and likely the cheap kind, so I don't want to go through the pain of pulling them off.
I do feel somewhat accomplished today; went to the dentist (who teased me that my handwriting was the smallest he'd seen except for his own) went to the library, got an oil change, packed a couple more bags and boxes, took a nap, got a crit done, and am working a bit on my book, which is good 'cause I think I've got one of the new intermediary scenes going where I need it to.
Closet is cleaned out. Got rid of an entire box of papers in the spare room, mostly consisting of hardcopies of stories that were critted for various classes that I don't need anymore. Still need to haul a box of books I don't want over to the used store and take a bag over to Goodwill. And clean. And clean. Arrrgggh. And tidy up the spare room, 'cause there's boxes and packing paper all over. And I think I actually brought home more boxes from work than I need. Yaaay! All that's left is kitchen stuff, which there isn't that much of, and which I still might need for a bit.
Mina's asleep on my arm. Awwwww.