Average Wednesday. Nothing too much out of the ordinary to report.

I have a good group of friends, here and back home. The kind of friends that I can go for days (or weeks or months) without talking to and when we do speak/meet, aside from a quick “What’s happened since…” recap, it’s like no time has elapsed. I realize that I have good friends, but every once in a while, I get a karmic kick-in-the-pants reminder:

My friend Dave called me this afternoon. I haven’t talked to him in AT LEAST three (3) months. I tried calling him over the holidays, but I missed speaking to him. Thanks to this new-fangled technology, I was able to leave him a message! And that was that. He called while I was at work, and unable to take the call; when I called him back, he wasn’t at home. *sigh* Once again, we’re playing phone-tag. Shortly after I moved to Utah, we had a running series of “Hey, sorry I missed you…” messages. He left one that I kept on the voicemail for months after I received it: It was a stream of consciousness story-thing (at least a minute-and-a-half long). There is no way to accurately, nor adequately, try to explain it other than that. Today’s message was nothing like that, but it was definitely a Dave message. Hopefully, it won’t take long for us to synch our schedules and get in touch with each other.

Things that make you go “What the Hell?!”: I woke up around 08:15 am, this morning and I have yet to determine the exact reason for that. Upon realizing that I was indeed awake, I became aware of a scratching sound coming from… somewhere. A few seconds later, I had figured out what it was: Sissy the Wonder Kitten was in the litter box covering her offering. This was normal. That she did it for about two minutes… *shrug* It’s normal for her, sometimes. I’d call her “anal retentive,” but given the circumstances, that might be a bit oxymoronic. She weighs about 8.5 lbs (just short of 4 kilos, for you metric types); short of turning herself inside out, there should be NO way for her to need two minutes of scratching in the litter to cover it. While I appreciate the fact that she was trying to be neat and tidy – and I do appreciate it, I just don’t understand her sometimes. But she’s my cat. And she’s cute. So, I take it all in stride.

Okay, that’s all the news for now.

Peace.