Raining, Pouring, Old Man Snoring

The move is over. It rained. Poured. We saved the shoes. All was good.

In fact, I had incredible help from several people… indeed, the move would not have been able to occur with out them—at all.

The kitties, they are finally adjusting and returning to whatever is normal for each of them. They discovered, much to their initial horror that the EMU marching band practices just across the street. That sent them running for cover under the bed for hours.

After some debate, I made my way over to the grocery store tonight, where the power went out. The emergency lights kicked in immediately, I picked up a can of pumpkin and then the power came back on. What is amazing is the amount of sheer and utter panic that ensued from my fellow shoppers. Of course, this minimal outage affected the registers and getting out took longer than desired, which turned out to be okay, I got all caught up on who is too skinny in Hollywood and the potential demise of Oprah’s relationship and the potential marriage of Johnny Depp. I also got to read most of a Vogue. It was a long line.

But, it would be careless for me to conclude this episode without mentioning that George Michael was cited for drug possession—again. You know you are a has-been when even the slum rags don’t report your most infamous arrest in the current story.