I met the Jack Russell puppy who lives across from us. :) His name is Moby and he’s very squirmy and kept running and running and running around my ankle and getting his lead all wrapped around my ankle and then the cats came to the open door and Moby got very very VERY excited and wanted to go in to meet them and the cats were pretty darned curious and Lucy didn’t hiss! But we didn’t let him go in to actually meet them, and I closed the door…
snif.
Chuck Jones, creator of Bugs Bunny, died yesterday. He was 89, so he’d had a good run of it, but it’s still sad. I slept in this morning, which is to say I woke up at the usual time and refused to get out of bed, while trying to chase the cats off. :) And now I think I’m going to go find some fud, ’cause I’m veeeeeery hungry!
so…
So Larry said he’d write me a letter of recommendation for applying to MFA programs. However, it’s now only a few days until the early admissions deadline, and I’m not sure it’s worth it just now. I could go back to school and get another degree in something else over the next year or so, or hell, just go back to school, and apply for next fall. I dunno. *useless flailing*
possibly…
Possibly a correspondingly earlier bedtime would help with the getting up earlier thing . . . .
ow ow ow
*wah* I don’t know what I ate that made my tummy unhappy, but crampy gassy owieness. *whimper* I feel sorry for me.