Within three minutes of waking up this morning I had a) found the fresh cat puke by the simple expedient of stepping in it barefoot and b) chased a millipede out of my bathtub.
Hey, universe! I already knew it was Monday! But thanks for the reminder.
Rocket Science had an excellent September. It's sold more copies than I have friends. This is a good sign.
One of my moles in the library system reports that the book is now in the Siuslaw Public Library. Heh. Party on.
Well, turned the light back on because sleep was Not Coming and watched a large -- maybe 1 inch, 1-1/4 inch legspan -- spider crawl out of my blanket and across the lower end of the bed. This Did Not Please me. I'm not arachnophobic, but come on. Well the cats then noticed it scuttling around. Fascinating. Ahriman watched it walk up the wall. When the spider stopped, he sort of lost track of it. Big brown dude on white-painted brick, obvious as a fart in church, but until it moved again, he couldn't seem to find it. He's now playing pat-the-spider with Port looking on, ready to tag in.
And to think I could be sleeping instead of watching this drama unfold in my very bedroom.