.. so he's in bed. I'm dashin about lodging forms for things and being efficient and such. Again.
I read some amusing stuff on one of my favourite blogs today (www.yarnharlot.com.ca) about one's Inner Knitter. I'm not sure whether the blog entry or the comments are funnier. But there is some priceless stuff about the Inner Adolescent which gave me a good laugh in the middle of a bit of an ordinary day. I think my condition is more one of adolescent senility..
M is going to be fine. No ambulances to be seen here, move along please.
No perfume was harmed in the writing of this post. However a dire need for a cat arose and I'm not sure how best to assuage it. Going home isn't possible just now.