Score!

I just found out that the upstairs neighbors are going to be gone for next week, while M and I are on vacation--hooray to blissful sleeping with no herds of small rhinoceroses stampeding over head!

Today is shaping up to be a very good day, solitary but satisfying. Already I have done 40 minutes of yoga and washed the weasels. Seti did not approve of the experience but Ronan, the little seal, was cool with it. Ronan also clearly understood the concept of rolling around on absorbant things like towels to dry off much better than Seti did. And now they are so soft and fluffy, like little bunnies, although Seti smells slightly like damp cardboard, since he thought a cardboard box was the best thing to get dry on. Now i'm going to sort through my pile of read fiction and figure out what to bring back to the used book store in Arlington Center, go trade books, stroll home, get groceries, watch some horse racing, make a art thingy page about my dancing for an Ominous Collective book thing, eat dinner and eventually get myself out to the Zeitgeist for the Kabarett 16-Bit, where hopefully I can handle being social after a day of solitude. See some of you there, perhaps!

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You Are 25% American

You're as American as Key Lime Tofu Pie Otherwise known as un-American! You belong in Cairo or Paris... Get out fast - before you end up in Gitmo!

How American Are You?

Cairo and Paris sound pretty good, really...

Speaking of patriotism and, as the quiz does, of flag burning, Jon Stewart picked up on a great point on the Daily Show during the last week with regard to Constitutional amendments on flag burning. If you check out the official regulations, which are law, about how to take proper care of a flag, if a flag becomes old and worn out one must dispose of it in a proper manner, which would be--yep, burning it.

Le sigh.

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I hate it that I have become one of the Ferret Health List's resident knowledgable people regarding lymphoma. I've lost three to it, but it was different variations each time so I have learned about many different aspects of it. It's a horrible disease, and each time I face it it's been worse. Cully slipped away gently as the lymphoma affected his bone marrow, and he went very peacefully. Amelia fought against the tumor in her chest that pressed on her heart and lungs, but in the end I had to make the decision for her to stop fighting. And poor little Pan just became physically weaker and weaker but kept the mind of a young ferret, so frustrated by his weakness, until it went into his kidneys and poisoned him with kidney failure.

If I ever win the lottery, I will fund a research program somewhere in ferret lymphoma research. It breaks my heart sometimes that I can't just do that kind of thing--if I were rich, that's where my money would go.