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Day off today. And it came just in time too because my head was about to explode and nobody wants that because brain matter is hard to get out of carpet. I slept in this morning thanks to my double shot of Nyquil last night. So far today I have gotten some groceries and clenaed up the pad a little. Jeff is taking a half day today to come over and spend the afternoon together.

Last night Finny got into play and hunt mode and attacked me. Yes that's right, the little precious fluff ball channeled his inner tiger and did a sneek attack after we had totally agreed that we were done playing. The war story goes like this: As I was laying on the floor, totally vulnerable to attack from the west, Finnly soared through the air with the stealth only a trained feline killing machine can do and landed on my chest. As I tried to fend off the wild beast, his paw became big as a lion's and came down on my face gashing me above my left eye. He then took off back into the jungle. After losing four gallons of blood, I regained my senses and retreated to my bed. But falling asleep was difficult knowing that the fluffly fighter was sitting in the corner planning his next move.

Grace is coming in later tonight for a weekend visit -- YAY. So far plans include an auction at Alison's gallery, shopping, and dinner out. We'll see what other mischief we can get into.