I am critter sitting this holiday. Candler and Cleveland. I always think it's Candler because she found her human in the Candler Park neighborhood, but her name may be Chandler. They are both sweet and cute in a Laurel and Hardy sort of way only the cats have nothing to do with each other. I don't mind that so long as they have something to do with me and they do. Cleveland curled up with me on the couch last night while I flipped between Silent Witness (a drama about survivors of a train crash paying a pathologist team to find out who the unnamed Body 21 was) on BBCAmerica and Shakespeare in Love on Oxygen. Oxygen. Yes, I have officially landed in my 30s.
I like being back at work. Nothing ugly has occured so far, though there are some meses I am cleaning up, but I've gotten quite good at that, I must say. It's nice to see my colleagues and I am still glad to be productive.
I've looked through my pictures a couple of times and they are still great. I've just tried to begin the sorting process to get them into a scrapbook. Not good news. The max I can get into a book is 45 pages (90 front and back), that means at least 6 photos per 12X12 page and I've got scrapbooky items to put into it, as well. Tonight I'm going to cull the photos even further.
Speaking of photos, I can't seem to get to them from this computer, so I'll try to post a few more later in the weekend.
I'm going to balance my checkbook now. It seems I've continued to spend as if I were on vacation. Not so fiscally well-behaved as I would like to be.
I wish you all a wonderful Christmas Eve Eve (regardless of your chosen celebratory holiday).
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