Up your nose...

...with a rubber hose, winter storm Zeus. We are out of letters and the law of the universe says that when the alphabet runs out, there can be no more winter storms. So take your beard and robe and lightning bolt and don't let the slamming door hit you in the ass on the way out.

I like that they are naming these storms now, it feels more satisfying cursing at something with a name.

Today: international driver's license, travelers checks. Cat whisperer visited to pick up the keys and inquired whether I would be interested in having her sleep over now and then, for the same price as a regular visit. YES! Yes yesyesyes yes yes and if I haven't made myself clear, yes. That makes me so happy because I witnessed for the first time the power she has over my cat; able to stroke and touch her and that prolonged lack of interaction is what was worrying me the most.