I'm writing from home for once, with a freshly rinsed kitten on my lap (care of Jim) and very hungry. Jim's working beside me on his computer; any minute now we're going to cage the poor kitten (when I say 'cage' picture something about four feet tall, three feet wide, and two feet deep -- this is a cat mansion made of wire which just so happens to keep the kitten in a known location, and not the restrictive place I imagined) and go grocery shopping, as we've needed to do for about two month now. But as Jim reminds me I should eat first so that I don't buy the entire grocery store. Practical boy.