Cheers—I got a hacked-together version of this page put together, along with an auto-redirect, that allows Netscape 4.x users to read the front page of domesticat. There, my conscience is assuaged!

Booked the tickets for CanadaTrek this morning—can't believe I'm really going back to the Pacific Northwest. I wonder if the people who live there all the time realize just how beautiful it is up there? My lasting memory of Vancouver Island can be summed up in three words: drop dead gorgeous.

I have more questions to ask Brad. It's 11:20 now here—9:20 there. I'll call and see if he's wandered home from work yet.

Tomorrow: take Tenzing to the vet. I already know that he's better, and it's not going to take the vet long to see that. After that, recover the kitchen from tonight's curry extravaganza, and finish folding and putting away the clothes that I washed today.

Burned CDs for Heather and Kat today—copies of the stuff that Brad brought for me when he came down for geekfest. There will be much happy techno played in our world for the next few weeks; doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that.

This weekend: Atlanta. We're bringing the truck that will help move Sean's things to Huntsville, we're participating in a techops meeting (we'll be part of the staff at Dragon*Con 2001), and we'll geek out with a group of people a lot like us.

Kat's brother and sister-in-law are going to babysit the catzillas while we're gone.

Speaking of catzillas—they have taken to sleeping with us at night now. When I finally dozed off last night, Tenzing was curled up with his belly against my head; I had trouble dozing off due to the loud purring being injected into my right ear. Edmund stretched out along my left side. More purring.

It's good to know that I'm loved, but the catzillas are bed hogs—more so than my sleeping spouse.