Wanderer

We haven't seen him since his brief appearance on Tuesday night. *sigh*

Lost and Found

Romeo went missing for four days. I didn't think I would ever see him again. Had already combed through the local animal rescue websites without finding him, but what I saw there made me even more sad and depressed. (Who gives up a 14 year old cat for adoption?!? Who?)

He came back this evening like nothing ever happened. Shrugged off the extra affection, but accepted the triple food ration.

Such is life when you love a tomcat.

Misbehaving

"But Mom, it was empty!"

Solo

The last night of a business trip is my alone time. By this time, I've seen everyone I wanted to see, and socialized with my co-workers who are here on several occasions. Brain is full. Body is tired. And I've got one more night alone before I go home to PDM and the cats. The last night of a trip is my time for indulgence.

After my last session, I came back the room and took a long nap. Got up and went for a long walk around Philly, solo. After sundown, I enjoyed a room service supper and a bottle of local wine that I bought at the Reading Terminal Market (which is a wonderful place). Pretty good wine for east coast winery.

I fly home tomorrow. PDM tells me that Stray Cat Romeo isn't eating very much this week. Maybe he misses me. We'll find out tomorrow! On Friday, it is back to business as usual.

Dork Central

If you've ever been to any type of "physics convention" then you know what I mean. The rest of you can only imagine. And reality is so much worse...

Traveling Again

Q. What's dark, ridiculously loud, and kind of stinky?

A. The last row of a MD-88 aircraft.

I'm in Philly until Thursday, for a frenzied week of continuing education activities (oh, joy). The 7:30am start time doesn't thrill me, nor do the long days, but it will be fun to see some old friends.

Bored Now

Summer doldrums. Hot. Sticky. Boring. Ho hum.