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Well, tomorrow is our day for dry runs...I've been doing lots and lots of prep work -- including writing out driving directions for several drivers, working off a Microsoft Streets and Trips map (which doesn't take sides of the street into account) and my memory. The whole bit about side of the street is important when you drive a small bus, because we pick up on the curb outside the house, so Microsoft is useless for our purposes... But they'd rather have me waste a lot of time translating from a bad map than invest in a program which would actually be useful to us. Go figure. But one of the guys who's lived around here all his life and has made it his business to REALLY know the area looked over my directions and was quite impressed. So apparently, I know how and where stuff is located in the Northern and Western suburbs. I can't help but wonder what has been knocked out of my memory to make place for those "maps." :0/

I hope that I will be able to sleep tonight (by no means certain if the last few nights are any indication), since I HAVE to be at work by 6am.

Thanks to the lovely tigira, I set up a gmail account today. I've transferred the bulk of my listmail over to that account, and if anyone cares, my new email address is oakdryad@gmail.com. I'm keeping the earthlink account as well, since I've had it for donkey's years, but I am curious about how my fear of list mail will do with gmail's purported capacity.

I can't wait for next Tuesday, when Odhinn goes in for "the Snip" (TM). I can't help but suspect that everything he's eaten in the last two weeks has gone directly into his sexual development. He hasn't grown much...well...except for his balls. :0) And he's completely insane, kitten energy + testosterone poisoning.

Apart from attacking poor Merlin at every opportunity, he's graduated to making me crazy. This morning he deliberately tipped over a full (3/4 liter) glass of iced tea onto the desk and all over me all because I wouldn't let him drink it. He only survived the incident because I'd just closed the keyboard drawer, so the keyboard wasn't soaked. I can dry off...the desk and the floor can dry off...but the keyboard gets fried and someone dies.

And when he's not trying to make me crazy, he's trying to dig himself into the inside of my elbow, which seems to be his "safe place." But he's getting too big and too heavy for me to hold him in that position for long. So we're back to the "making me crazy" bit. *phew* I did want a kitten, right?