The Missing Terribles

James came over this weekend, and arrived Saturday evening (he has to work most Saturdays). When he got here, we went out to the living room to see the kittens, but they were...gone. Apparently, the Momma cat had moved them in the last hour or so, because I'd seen them then, sleeping. So, we started searching. Upstairs, in the disaster area of Aidan's room, and the entire downstairs yielded no kittens. We had no clue where they could be.

Then James said, "Wouldn't it be funny if they were in there?" And he pointed to this:

We walk over and I peek in, and see this:

We started laughing, trying to imagine how the Momma got them down in there. We figured that now that the Terribles are starting to wander, the Momma Terrible decided to put them somewhere where she could keep an eye on them.

So we pulled them back out, two by two, and put them back on their blanket. Here's a couple recent pics of how cutely alien they look.

Anyway, we had a nice weekend...even though we didn't do much but watch movies and eat and play with kittens.

James just left a few minutes ago to get home in time to meet the pool guy. And of course, I have to go to work, but it should be a relatively easy day. I think we only have one provider in the office today, so that'll let me work ahead on surgery stuff.

Joe is going to California for Spring Break, so I want to take advantage of some off time and go down to James's house for a long weekend while Joe's gone. Hopefully, I can work far enough ahead to make getting the time off easier.

Not much else is going on Things are going pretty smoothly and I'm pretty dang happy. I haven't thought too much about the chase lately--there are many, many things more important than that. But I imagine I'll go through my usual ebb and flows of chase stuff.

I did scan over the newest SB at Dal's and looks like the poem purist theory has been shattered to pieces. Of course, I knew all along you could solve the poem from home, and it's obvious you have to  actually go BOTG to find/retrieve it. I wonder how the poem purist's will try to rationalize this new blow to their flawed theory?

It doesn't really matter, though. I feel sorry for those who live, eat, and breathe the chase. It's a fun hobby, and it's fun to get outside and hike, and it's a fun puzzle. But it's not life or death. It's not my all in all or my everything.

Life is a wonderland--every aspect of it, and balance is key to enjoying it. Don't let anything consume you, and you'll be more easily contented. It's a great feeling, contentment. :)