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Wednesday,
June 21, 2006

Joyous Summer Solstice!

Yep, today is the longest day of the year -- from now on, the nights will start getting longer, not that we'll notice it all that much this close to the equator. I still remember the solstice in Sweden and how the sky would dim somewhat between 11:00 PM and 2:00 AM. That was about as dark as it got at night, and we had the blackout curtains in our bedroom to prove it. Then again, it was almost pitch the other six months of the year, so I suppose it all balances out.

And happy holidays to all the Wiccans out there holding various events to celebrate the day -- if my brain had been in gear this morning, I would've worn my pentacle necklace to work (I'm not a Wiccan but I sympathize with their belief system, and the pentacle represents the female divine so I wear it for that reason. Besides, I consider it a mitzvah to piss off the Fundies).

Oh, I learned this morning that Jordan isn't nearly as dumb as he looks. The precious little bundle set up a continuous stream of pitiful meowing around 4:00 AM this morning, with an occasional break to jump on the bed and sit on my head. I finally gave up around 6:00 AM and got up, checking the water and food bowls to make sure everything was copacetic, since that's usually why he nags me out of bed. Everything was fine, and yet the little tuxedo'ed furbag kept winding around my legs, meeping loudly. It took me a minute to realize what was missing -- the big black furbag, who is always there to greet me in the mornings.

Oh, dear. With Jordan's enthusiastic help I started checking all through the apartment, bending down to peer under furniture, and was just heading into the bedroom to look in the closet when I heard the saddest, "Meooooooooow!" coming from Lyndon's office. Somehow, JJ had crept in there while Lyndon was playing Everquest II and got locked in; Lyndon swears up and down that he left the door open specifically because he doesn't want to risk locking one of them in there, so I'm guessing the black velvet purrmonster went in there, nudged the door just enough for air pressure to catch it and close the door (this happens with our bedroom door all the time). Bless his heart, JJ's only output was a small puddle of hork, and he even managed to target a piece of plastic for that -- unlike Jordan, he won't leave a pile of incredibly foul poo as a sign of his displeasure.

I also learned something rather fascinating today -- after an extended period of murderous rage, I wind up completely limp from utter exhaustion. Who'd a thunk it? Good thing I have a Bodacious Brit to rub my back and remind me that I'm brilliant and talented.