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Friday, Dec. 07, 2007 - 12:46 a.m.

Yesterday was my travel day,

John got up entirely too early for what was essentially no reason; I farted around until we got out of there at about ten fifteen for a flight that left at twelve twenty in the afternoon.

Nevertheless, I was glad he took me, as public transit from door to door between me and the airport would have taken about two hours on a good day.

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It was raining as we drove there and as I waited in the airport. The cloud cover was actually moderately high, which means that I was able to see the thumbprint-sized Candlestick Park as we ascended to cruising level.

The big surprise was that we became completely engulfed in dark and turbulent clouds for *just* long enough for everybody's precious snowflakes to begin bawling at the top of their lungs -- and then...


SUNSHINE.

We flew above the clouds for most of the trip down.

When we got down to Duke, the plane again hit the turbulent cloud layer and then broke through underneath, with a sprinkling rain falling, but a still-clear view of the airport.

Old Buddy Dave found me just fine and we got me to the apartment and up the stairs, and he admonished me that I might not see his new kitteh, Solange, for a day or so, because her hidey hole was under the bed and he didn't want me reaching for her because of the dust (already there) and scratches (from kitteh).

So, I got down and put my face to the exit point she's been using to get out from under the bed, and said "Hello in there!..." ... and out she came.

Solange is indeed an Applehead Siamese. Except, praise your deity of choice, she doesn't have that Siamese Yowl.

I took a nap when I got here, and I'm told that I had a visitor on the bed for most of my downtime. I guess I was hearing her purr on a subconscious level, because I had this long silly dream about my high school choir group about to start singing, when suddenly a cat began purring into the sound system.

Yeah, I know. Whatever.

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Later that evening, everybody was fully awake again, including Solange, and she showed off her talents as a Watch Kitteh, and Lap Cat.

There's a blip on the radar, though; Solange will occasionally nip. Since biting is not acceptable, the house rule is to say "NO" really loudly, and then shove her out of the lap she's in or turn one's back on her and put an immediate stop to Kitteh Playtime.

Once she learns that her love-bites are not a good thing, she'll be an ideal lap cat.

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The trip was great, the cat and I get along, and right now it's raining in Anaheim, which keeps the air clean.

I dare say that this time, I brought the San Francisco weather with me, instead of amplifying the hot So Cal weather.

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No Friday Five right now; just wanted to check in and say I got here okay.

Have an excellent Friday!

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