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The Dictionary of the 21st Century by Steve Rogers has been eating my brain. O Sam. Well, at least one scene. I decided to try and do another Sam music, but since I don't actually play the guitar it was going more slowly and less well than I preferred. So I tossed a request for a favor off to Hayes, a bluegrass guitar virtuoso I remain thoroughly impressed with since my NEC days (he's on tour with the April Verch Band at the moment), not really expecting an answer, but, happily, he said he'd try. I hope I didn't scare him off with my giant email of fandom doom.
After riding with Dan most of last week, I've resumed taking the bike. I know I'm not in the best of shape, but it seems like my heartbeat would slow down and I'd not be so short of breath for so long. Maybe it's the coffee. It may be a bit excessive, but there's not much else to nibble/munch/sip on; the steak left over from the weekend, while immensely tasty, doesn't have the long-term nibbly quality of a bag of nuts or something. Not that I need to be long-term nibbling things. Maybe a bigger one tomorrow?
Baby cats are growing apace, though I worry about Potato and his digestive situation. He doesn't seem too uncomfortable except occasionally. Maybe today's worming will help. Big has started bothering Terfly in earnest, though he doesn't like it much when Terfly pins him down and gnaws on him. Sometimes interference is called for. Little is also fairly active and courageous, and Gray might be if he opened his eyes more. Maybe he needs more eyedrops. Potato yells a lot, and loves to sit on people. His back is looking better, too. And, needless to say, they're all impossibly cute. Though Terfly stays competitive with his tiny noises and constant falling over.
After riding with Dan most of last week, I've resumed taking the bike. I know I'm not in the best of shape, but it seems like my heartbeat would slow down and I'd not be so short of breath for so long. Maybe it's the coffee. It may be a bit excessive, but there's not much else to nibble/munch/sip on; the steak left over from the weekend, while immensely tasty, doesn't have the long-term nibbly quality of a bag of nuts or something. Not that I need to be long-term nibbling things. Maybe a bigger one tomorrow?
Baby cats are growing apace, though I worry about Potato and his digestive situation. He doesn't seem too uncomfortable except occasionally. Maybe today's worming will help. Big has started bothering Terfly in earnest, though he doesn't like it much when Terfly pins him down and gnaws on him. Sometimes interference is called for. Little is also fairly active and courageous, and Gray might be if he opened his eyes more. Maybe he needs more eyedrops. Potato yells a lot, and loves to sit on people. His back is looking better, too. And, needless to say, they're all impossibly cute. Though Terfly stays competitive with his tiny noises and constant falling over.