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The cats have not quite grasped that until my tea is finished brewing, and I have attached my suckers to the caffiene, I am not human yet. This means that as soon as a lovely, comfy lap is filled with cat, I have to get up, to put the water on, take the water off, put my cereal bowl in the sink, etc. Poor, deluded, kittuses.

Oops - my tea's ready. There goes Hobbes!

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Ah. Caffeine.

I was dumb and didn't consume any yesterday morning, which threw everything off. I'm convinced that's the reason.

I was a little late fetching the truck, and then John, so we could get our rain barrels. Hah. About a mile or so from Sand Point, where the pick-up site was (sharing parking with the Library Sale) there was this huge traffice slow-down, and I was rather concerned that it was going to be stop-and-go all the way to SP. Turned out it was only two blocks worth - a guy from the Seattle Public Utilities, who were running the rain barrel sale, was telling people that the rain barrels were sold out. This, at 10:15 in the morning. The sale only started at 9. Eesh!

Monday, I'll call 'em up and see what's the deal. I'll bet that they had no clue they would be this popular.

I nabbed Lori's key before she took off and had my house key recut - I'd tried it off of Ali's, but hers had some weird plastic thing going on, and they didn't work. So I have a house key again. I'm still mourning the loss of my rape whistle I've had since freshman year of college, and my little swiss army knife that Deb gave me. I'd had it for only two weeks!

And then I went on the great hay hunt. Meg had provided me with a list of feed/hay stores in Washington, most of which I was able to eliminate, because I don't have a teleporter. I headed for the one listed in Kirkland, showed up at the address on 124th Ave NE, and... Nothin. Condos. Houses. Nothing resembling a feed store. So I thought maybe it was up at 124th St NE - sure, anyone could make that sort of mistake, and... Nope. This time, a church and a park where might a feed store be. I called them, got a message, and gave up on them. So I pulled over, pulled out my list and my map, and found one in Bothell. This time I called first for directions, and voila - hay.

Let me just say - those fuckers are heavy. Whuff.

I hit the plant sale next. I might have bought something if Meg had been there - I was feeling quite overwhelmed by All The Plants! I had to park in one of the lots hiding behind a bazillion potholes masquerading as a driveway, and then hike through a reclamation project, so carrying things back to the car added to my hesitation. And topped off with the mid-afternoon-no-caffeine-headache... I went away with ideas and wishes, but no plants.

I tried the grocery store next, and fifteen minutes of futilely circling the QFC parking lot led me to the Safeway, where I bought many things for cooking that I won't even get to until next weekend. Manicotti and chicken tacos and my sekrit love: fish sticks. More sandwish fixings, including fresh basil and tomatoes and mozarella, for one of my favoritest sandiwiches in the whole world, right below roast beef with aged white cheddar and horseradish.

Hrm. I may be hungry.

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I like browsing through my site stats to see where I get referrals from. A couple of recs pages come up a lot, but most of them are off of google hits. Some of them... well, the weirdest Google search of the week that turned up my site: "indoor plumbing invented".