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cathuman alerted me to the fact that John Howe is coming to my favourite book store in Switzerland - on the only day apart from Christmas Eve (no wait - Christmas Eve would be negotiable) that I am unable to go. *sniffles*

Of course the reason I can't go is the arrival of the new kitty! I must be ready to hold back Fisen and Felix, should they decide take offense at the grey ball of fluff invading their home, and I must be ready with the camera.

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jmeadows liked her drawing and much fuss was made over artist. *grin*

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Today was otherwise uneventful. I reviewed, I worked, I ate, I did housework (very little) and watched TV. Dreaming last night was far more nerve-wracking and involved vampire-zombies (don't ask) taking over the world. I spent all night huddling together with the other survivors, trying to get to the ground level of this huge office building we were in. My only defense was a a spray bottle with oxy-vanish (again, don't ask).

I am starting to notice that I have a tendency to kill my enemies with cleaning liquids, last time it was aliens and dish-washing liquid.