Still floating on the happiness of seeing classmates and the old alma mater this weekend! It was a small school and most people lived on campus, so there was and is a sense of community that I really treasure. It is lovely to periodically see a random assortment of these people I met several decades ago, to swap stories of the old days and compare notes about what's happened since then. My class won't be in the 50 year alumni club for a good long while, but we are now the people we used to call "old." We find this hilarious.
There was a situation elsewhere in my travels that involved finding a GIANT COCKROACH outside a restaurant, reporting it quietly as a public service, and then watching two grown men squealing and chasing and smashing the roach, which both thought was the biggest they had ever seen eew eew eeeeeewwww, and one also confessed that all bugs freak him the heck out.
Back at the homestead, there was a crisis yesterday. Mama Cat escaped daughter's room -- maybe she needed a little time off, maybe she wanted to explore, who could blame her? Mama Cat scared the living bejeepers out of resident cat Spot, who retreated to a secret bunker. Mama returned to her babies within a reasonable time, as this mama predicted. Yes, I got an emergency phone call about the breaking crisis, at the airport. This, too, hit my funny bone because [a] not a crisis, and [b] cats do what cats do, and [c] nothing I can do from the airport, gotta go, sorry!
OK, back to work. How's it going for you?