Two cats have come to live at my house temporarily. They've been here before. In fact, they were born under our back porch. These two were adopted out to a guy who has had to board them here a few times since then. It's pretty much convinced me that I am not a cat person. Their entropy skills are beyond my tolerance level, and for some reason warm-n-fuzzy just isn't enough to make it up to me. We'll see how long I can stand to have them here.

Old friends are reminding me that I don't keep in touch. It's true. I don't. But it's nothing personal. I don't keep in touch with Sarah and she lives upstairs from me. I still like to hear how people are doing. I just don't want to pester people about their personal business. Maybe it's my mountain-west upbringing. Probably not. But I've got to blaim my personal failings on something, right?