i am an unrequited astronomer, pretend patient, gentle adventurer, pedal enthusiast, recovering calligrapher, occasional thespian and unfinished poet living in portland, oregon. contacting me via email is usually a good idea.
last week was probably the worst week i've had since moving to portland. things are evening out, but michael & i are both so busy we won't see each other for a couple of weeks. i wrote maggie a letter last week outlining my goals for the month (before my contract runs out) and noting where i am unable to progress because i'm waiting for someone else. i haven't heard back from her yet, so my psu hours are suffering.
and amelia's regressing a little: we've been finding a small dribble on the floor between her bed and the litterbox when we wake up for the past few days. we're going to try moving the bed closer to the laundry room at night to see if that has an effect; then we'll try feeding her on a more regular schedule; then we may try a new wet cat food (she's also been puking more, and that happens anywhere in the house; maybe a diet change will help that, too); but we may end up putting her in the laundry room at night for about a week. we're guaranteed to wake up with a lot more crap to clean with that last option, but at least it will all be on wipeable surfaces, and past experiences have demonstrated that she tends to do better after a brief period of confinement.