Assorted catchup.

Thanks to everyone who put up with my frothing over the past day or two; I've figured out what bothered me, which means it's now straight in my head and I'm not freaking out.

Also, attn: humanhabitrail, you have created a monster. That is all.

It is cold enough to freeze the witch's tits off a brass monkey.

Kitteh approves of kitchen stool at my shoulder. He is imagining that he is a bird of some sort which is sitting on my shoulder. Except a four-footed bird.

And this concludes the report for today.