First of all, today’s basement cat for the win. It hits all the spooky, spooky buttons.
So, yeah. Dolls of death.
After a whirlwind morning of counseling students about their papers, and hastily checking a few more, and then after a quick meeting with the Deanster, I’m off to pick up Heather and Jim at the airport and begin the whole liaison thing.
Here’s hoping the weather doesn’t foul us up too much. I have a jewelry show to sort of set up for Kim as well.
There may be updates. There may not be updates. I hope that keeps you checking back in suspense.
ps Have finally been seduced by Twitter. I blame Viable Paradise peeps, not because I want to, but because it really is their fault. You can find me at
and yes, it is still short attention span theater.