my cats did not maul me upon my return
I was a little concerned that my cats would throw a royal fit when I came home after my 3-day trip to [
Mel's anonymous town]. But they did not. Sixty-three hours is now the longest I've left them alone without someone to check on them. They had plenty of food, water, and litter boxes and geez—they're cats. My fish were also fine. So, hooray for that.
I would like to tell you all about my trip, but Mel's secret identity really restricts what I can say. I had a bunch of funny little tidbits to say but each one contained some sort of local or regional identifying elements. That leaves me with: we hung out, saw a few movies, ate good food. Not nearly as interesting as "during my stay in [bleep] we happened upon [bleep] which is a new [bleep] which is of interest to [bleep]" or "we went to [beep] which is a [bleep] tradition that has the best [bleep] in [bleep]" or "the weather was [bleep]" and so on and so forth. Sigh. Secret identities.
But I can tell you that I got zero things done this weekend, I read nothing, and essentially inverted my sleep/wake schedule. But I bounced back this morning and finished my work and tonight I'll finish some chapters while I'm watching the less-sucky-than-pre-All-Star-Break Giants.
