So it's Tuesday. So I go to work, since I didn't drag in on Monday, and by 1:00 my supervisor's looking at me and making warding signs and muttering things like, "Ames, you sound like hell. Why don't you go home and….sleep? or something like that?" With the implied statement, "We don't want your germs, would you please take them home?"

Andy-the-sysadmin was a bit less tactful: "You are breathing in my office. Go away!" Sooooo….unloved and germ-laden, here I am at home, hackcoughwheezing into my keyboard and wondering if you can pop stuffed-up ears with anything except surgical instruments…Bah, I say.

So, you ask, why aren't you lying on the couch, sleeping? Gee, it couldn't possibly be the two cats who, upon seeing me come in the door several hours early, both thought at the same time: "YEAH! Extended petting session on the couch right NOW!" *stomp stomp knead knead PURR!*

Brats. :)

Yes. I have now seen the tackiness that is New Orleans. Good grief, what heavy food they've got there. I have to agree with Jen, who commented on the total lack of vegetable matter being served at every meal we had there.

Jackson Square?
at East Bank, New Orleans, Louisiana, United States by domesticat.
(full photoset is on flickr)

SPAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZ! Okay, okay, I do this before every single trip that I take. I know that spazzing and flitting about the night before a trip is not healthy in the least, but that's probably why I do it.

N'awlins, here I come. Be afraid…be very afraid…I'm bringing my camera and we all know what THAT means—incriminating pictures of my traveling mates!

It looks to be a seven-hour drive, which isn't too terrible considering that I'm going to start driving at about six a.m. I figure I'm going to hit Birmingham in the height of rush hour, and that it should be smooth sailing from there on out. As usual I'm overprepared—I have bottled water and munchies to take with me, as well as an umbrella or two since it's supposed to rain this weekend.

I have to confess. I watched The Truth About Cats And Dogs for something like the zillionth time on television last night. For the zillionth time, it put that hangdog "awwwwww!" look on my face, and when it was over, I had this irresistible urge to cuddle my cats.

I don't know what it is about this movie that does it to me every time. Maybe because I project waaaaay too much of myself onto the Janeane Garofalo/Quasimodo character. You know the type all too well—the person whose agility with words is almost enough to make anything—even wild passionate luuuuuuv with sexy brunette British men—possible.

I probably need psychiatric help for this, don't I?

Alllllrighty. Time to get down to business. I've been doing More Important Things than working on the 'site this week—important things like cuddling on the ever-so-loving felines that allow me to live in the home I'm making mortgage payments on. I've made a new techno CD and called a friend or two, but just haven't had the urge to go home and fire up those good ol' web design skills.

Mea culpa! Mea culpa! So here's a tasty tidbit for you guys. Keep an eye on the happy box to the right—I'll post restaurant reviews as I go to places. There are lots of places in town that I could review, based off of the times that I've eaten there since moving to Huntsville in 1998, but I want my/our reviews to stand as snapshots of a single meal, not a conglomeration of experiences over two years' time.