Associations, free and otherwise

The cats are not especially pleased with us at the moment. We decided recently that it was time to discontinue the free-feeding that we'd been doing since the purr-beasts were widdle and cute, largely because Sunny, we realized, is roughly the size of an '86 Buick. Still cute, not by any stretch of the imagination widdle. So now there is much sulking and complaining and flinging of furry selves against door jambs, not to mention Lucy's patented Never-Fail Tactic of suddenly stretching out on her back, laying her paw just so upon her chin, and purring like an Evinrude. Luckily we've had our hearts replaced with polished lumps of Kevlar, or we'd have caved ages ago.

In other news, work is, well, work. I found out that my request to transfer to the Oneonta office is still in the loop, which is grand news. I'm not exactly holding out hopes. Yes, our office is hideously overstaffed (the last few weeks have amounted to some of the best-paying solitaire and thumb twiddling I've ever had the honor of enjoying), but the Oneonta office is worse. Six of one, half a dozen of the other; just as long as I get the hell out of this pit of festering blah before I grow old and die. Not that I'm bitter or anything.

I got an e-mail today from Jennifer, the new editor at Games, regarding a recent crossword submission that I spent the better part of a year trying to hammer out the grid fill for. Good news: they like it. Bad news: they're like it better once I fix the ferking mistakes in it. I don't want to bang my head against this particular cinder block any more, but... *sigh* Well, there's a paycheck involved. So.

And yeah, I got a Pepsi cap, so I got that song. Life is decent.