Iced in!

It is very odd to hear rain on the roof in February. Very odd, and very disturbing. We were iced in this weekend, no way were we driving to town unless it was an emergency. (It nearly was… we were dangerously low on toilet paper!) We got pretty creative with the food we had left.

So I drew, a little, and wished I had paints. Watched Planet of the Apes, and a few episodes of Sex and the City. (Hilarious show… I'm really glad Matt got it in on DVD.) Sunday there was a lot of Sci Fi television (very cool!) and the Simpsons.

Had to be at work at 6 this morning. Blech. Driving in was very hairy. Trying to walk up our driveway was worse. Very, very, very slippery. Schools were closed today. If there hadn't been a project that needed to be out today, I would have played hooky. As it was, the script I wrote worked flawlessly, and a monkey could have run it, so I didn't actually need to be here.

Writing a terribly, horribly sad Kadanzer story… good stuff, but depressing. Ought to be writing something less far-off in the timeline. Ought to be plotting for Grindstone, but I'm not. I did put together an outline for the Jenny/Bjorn stuff, though, so I'll have a jumping off point, if that's what I decide to do. Maybe I should be digging up that darn Creative Sparks article Ciri and I started eons ago. Gah…

Two power outages already today. I expect more. Thank heavens for battery backups. And there was an 11-car pile up near Eielson. (A four-car pile-up is front-page news around here, mind you.) I saw at least eight places that cars had been in the ditch when we were driving in this morning. Ugly, ugly weather.

Cat Owners!

I have a burning question for cat owners.

How the hell do you keep them out of a recliner? I've already shut Velcro into the inner workings of our double recliner twice now, and I'm deadly afraid I'm going to squash something vital one of these times. We chase her out whenever we catch her headed under the footrest, but she still manages to squirrel under there when we aren't paying attention. One of the times I shut her in, she stayed there overnight… I couldn't figure out why she wasn't downstairs meowing for food the next morning until I heard her weak, pathetic meows from the loveseat. You'd think she'd learn, but I don't have much faith in the memory of felines, and she's had to be extricated since then.

In other cat news, Velcro got into her stash of catnip, chewed open the bags, and spread it across the downstairs. I was so grateful that she didn't destroy the toilet paper that was on the same shelf (being dangerously low of the precious material) that I didn't do much but throw out the chewed up bags.