Life, Interrupted

I was playing cat chess, re-arranging them for the afternoon (Maisie into the utility room for her meat and a nap in her basket, the boys have the freedom of the rest of the house) and of course Merlyn had to play up to SP, who was having a tour of things my sisters ruthlessly micro-managed in their attempts to unpack boxes. Meanwhile, Max headed for the warmest room, my office (even with AC on -- he just avoids the blowers.) And what did he find?

The silky snake I just took off the flowers my sister sent for my birthday. He had the curling ribbon three inches down his throat by the time I caught up to him.

He now looks quite annoyed. He wanted to finish that snake off himself, thank you!

I am going out to Jeffrey's for dinner tonight with W and three good friends. This is one of the few $$$$ in town that deserves its reputation. I called yesterday to see if they could deal with my food issues, and they say they can do it. (Going on Wednesday makes it easier for them, I imagine.)

But first, to the bank to see if my box holds the nonfiction contracts. I'm trying to finish up the copyright lawsuit junk. They want to know what I was originally paid for a nonfiction article 15 years ago. Oh, yeah, right -- divorced, three moves. new bank account and major illness. Like I know that? I can guess on a lot of them -- because reprints were 50% of original, and I found some of it -- but one last look for the papers.