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October 1st, 2005

Fictionlet

"I had a nocturnal visitor in the wee hours," said Greg, looking up from his Saturday morning paper as Brigid meandered in, amazed as always at what a difference being able to sleep until 10:00 made in her disposition.

"I'm familiar with male biology," she responded, pulling a cereal bowl out of the cabinet. "I don't want to hear about it."

"Um, no," said Greg. "That's not what I mean. I mean in the pre-dawn glimmer, there was someone in my bed, other than me, who hadn't received prior authorization to be there."

"Yvonne's getting aggressive!" Brigid shook a mostly-empty box of cereal to gauge its content. Unsatisfied, she put it back on top of the refrigerator and pulled down another mostly-empty box and shook it, instead.

"A cardiac arrest is the last thing I want right now, thank you very much. No, this nocturnal visitor was small, white, and fluffy, with a distinctly feline aspect. In short, it was a cat."

"Oh! That's Ozymandias."

"He doesn't look like a trunkless pair of legs," Greg commented.

"That's because he's not a trunkless pair of legs, he's a cat." She was on the fourth mostly-empty box at this point, and rapidly running out of others to shake.

Greg nodded. "My theory, exactly. But he is well-named, I'll grant you that much. When I interrogated him re: his presence on my chest at oh-dark-thirty, he simply mewed as if to say, 'Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'"

"Well, that's a cat for you. Don't worry about him, I'm watching him for Sharon for a few days." She regarded the box-laden top of the refrigerator with a frown.

"The idea meets with my approval," said Greg. "But before we break out the Dom Perignon to celebrate, I feel I should remind you that there's a distinctly anti-pet bias in our lease. If I remember correctly, we're not allowed to have any sort of critter in the place for more than 24 hours without having an extra $75 per month addendum on the rent."

"Well, I won't tell the rental office he's here if you won't," said Brigid.

"I don't intend to," said Greg. "I just wanted to make sure that you were fully aware of the fact and were flouting what is technically a legally-binding contract of your own free will."

"Don't be melodramatic," Brigid said, sitting at the table. "It'll be fine."

"Er," said Greg, noticing her breakfast. "What is that?"

"Cocoa Frosted Corn Puff Bran Flakes," Brigid replied, pouring milk into her bowl. "Breakfast of champions."

-The Gneech

EDIT: Altered a bit in response to comments.

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Deposited my end-of-FY05 bonus today; most of it's earmarked for "Eternal Membership" status to Dragon*Con, the rest may go towards a laptop, as laurie_robey has been wanting one for some time now.

We also both got haircuts today, almost without realizing it. We've both been getting a little shaggy 'round the edges, so late this morning I called up the usual place we go on the off-chance that Stephanie (our usual gal) might have a pair of openings sometime over the weekend. The answer was, "you want 'em, be here in half an hour, those are the only two slots together. So hop to!" So off we hopped!

In case it wasn't made clear by my entries over the past week, it was a rough one. Work was extra stressy and sleep was spotty, which of course just made work all that much worse. So, in an odd way, it's a good thing I canceled all the stuff I might have theoretically been doing this weekend (i.e., going up to visit kamau_d_lyon, or failing that, running D&D with the usual group here). Much as I would normally love to do either of those, doing them on the heels of this past week have been agony rather than joy.

As it is, I've spent all day today just this side of a nap, except for a 20-minute period in the mid-morning when I actually was napping, and here it is 10:00 p.m., usually prime time on a Saturday night, and I'm pooped. So I'm going to turn in early, maybe do a little reading, and then teach the local logs a thing or two about catching Z's.

There are times when Doing Nothing is the most productive activity of all!

G'nite, world, and have a totally awesome tomorrow.

-The Gneech

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