A Cat By Any Other Name

      Still life with cats: the story of me

 

February 1, 2002

Digital ink

Life has been fairly unexciting lately. At work I am pretty much busy the entire time. Right now, it’s a mix between trying to describe code (most of which is *not* commented, grrr) and finishing up the tutorials I’ve been writing for some of the newest functionality that will be released in the next version […]

 

February 3, 2002

Whirl

Saturday morning Richard and I flew up to Seattle. Everyone else arrived Friday night but I didn’t want to battle the traffic to get to the airport, and more importantly, I wasn’t exactly looking forward to the trip. It’s not that I didn’t want to see my sisters or my niece and nephews. It’s just […]

 

February 4, 2002

Distant

Flying home on the plane yesterday, I huddled in my seat, coat wrapped around me like a protective shield. I tried my best to doze, but it wasn’t exactly successful. The people in front of us were laughing and noisy - not disruptively so, but too animated to sleep near. I felt vaguely guilty because […]

 

February 5, 2002

Ariel 12-pt girl

I’ve been a little giddy all day today. It’s a silly thing, I suppose, in the grand scheme of things. The reason for my good mood is a small stack of papers, sitting beside my keyboard. It’s a nice, satisfying, 94 pages worth of paper, and the reason why it makes me so happy is […]

 

February 8, 2002

Is it really too much to ask?

Dear NBC,
The Olympics are here again, and this means that, despite my unwillingness to have to deal with them, I am forced to endure your “News Personalities” on a daily basis. If I want to watch the opening ceremonies, I must listen to their inane babbling. If I want to watch figure skating I must […]

 

February 9, 2002

Sapped

I have been lethargic and dragging for the past few days. I didn’t have any sort of explanation for it - just this dull apathy that seemed to permeate every part of me to the point where I felt as if any little thing might be just the reason I would burst into tears.
Friday I […]

 

February 11, 2002

Bed rest? I’ve heard of it

One of the most frustrating things about recovering from a bout of winter cold/flu/whatever this is, is that I get exhausted really easily. I get out of bed, go downstairs and get myself breakfast and I end up with my elbows on the table, gasping for breath into my Pop Tarts (the breakfast of the […]

 

February 14, 2002

The one on the left glows in the dark

I made cookies Wednesday night, rolling out the dough and cutting them out with a slightly bent heart-shaped cutter I found. It wasn’t until after all the cookies were cooling on the counters that I remembered that our wedding favors were shiny heart-shaped cookie cutters, and I had one sitting on the back of the […]

 

February 15, 2002

The ankles beg to differ

There is an ice rink in this town where I work now. I’m not sure how old it is - I’ve not lived here in nearly 15 years, so it could have gone in any time in the last few decades. But I hadn’t realized it was here until today, when a coworker noted that […]

 

February 18, 2002

Patchwork

I’ve been recovering slowly from this bout of winter cold, impatient for it to be finally over since the waves of apathy have continued to wash over me at least once a day since it began. At least I knew enough to recognize what they were and I could (mostly) ignore them. I was doing […]