Toby

This morning Toby had to have $urgery to get a three foot length of yarn out of her. $he'll be on kitty drug$ for the next week or so while healing up. Curiously, I kept a whole roll of yarn on the floor for her and Rambo to play with back at my apartment, so the fact that it happened in someone else's place, someone kind enough to take her while I had to go across the country, is an unfortunate coincidence. My lovely friend Anna should not feel badly because she's precisely the person I'd want to have taking care of my stupid cat after she tried to knit her new caretaker a "best cat mom ever" sweater with her small intestine.

I've been working way too much the last few days. It's eight or more hours at the office and 2 hours of commuting and then nights doing contract work. It's stressful, but certainly manageable. It's not like I'm going to lose it and start opening fire on my coworkers.

I'm beginning to think, despite the admonitions of several Californians, that I will look for a place closer to my job. I like the sun, I like getting to the office earlier, and I don't mind driving up to the city once or twice a week instead of doing it every day. Plus, it has come to my attention that summer in San Francisco is the coldest part of the year, and.. well, screw that.

Speaking of cold, tonight I was shivering without a jacket. It was 57 degrees out. I think I'm officially spoiled rotten. Anyway, tonight will be more work, followed by contract work, and then a side of sleep. I will write again soon!