Kate is seriously freaked. She is curled up under my desk, as close to my body as she can possibly be without actually melding with my legs. Seamus seems to be doing all right, and the cats are hiding somewhere. Kate will be ok; she is calmer now than she was. I was in the kitchen doing dishes and I kept tripping over her. Now that I am sitting, I'm sending the message that I'm calm, everything's all right, and she is not shaking anymore.
Best firework stand name? "Ill Eagle Fireworks" on the Puyallup Reservation by the Emerald Queen Casino. I admire a good pun.
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Last night our cats acted like they had seen a mushroom cloud in the sky and ducked and covered. The doughty Mrs. Palmer, however, is insouciant about booming noise.
You really do seem to be a magnet. That must be difficult.
I have sent emails to the two students with profuse apologies and duplicated my comments and have given them the choice about final disposal of the papers.
Cheers!
Rhinog is very scared of fireworks, though he is getting better as time goes on. On bonfire nights I usually have little choice but wear him as a neck warmer. He's a collie.
Hi Luneray, thanks for dropping by my blog! I adore the Yarn Harlot and read her blog every day. If you come to New Zealand, you can stay with me!
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