Linus

This post is a dedication to Linus -- just because I miss him. I battled with the stupid phones this morning. I had to call a "toll free number" to the States which costs me only half of my right leg. Then, this bank said, can I have the verification number? "What?" The verification number I specifically designed for phone banking. "So I made that number up, according to your specific requirements, three years ago, and I was most likely forbid to write it down?" Yes. "I have absolutely no idea what that friggin' number is, ma'am." We battled it out until we convinced her that I really am me... at international direct dialing rates. Sweet. Then I got a postcard from the post office. Sounds sweet, but it was telling me that I wasn't home sometime in mid-January when they tried to deliver a package from "USA". It will be here sometime tomorrow. Do I need to be here? "Probably." Can you give me a time that you'll be here? "That's not really my department." But, I mean... I work, I have meetings... "Yeah. I hope you're there when they come... click."

So sue me if a kitty pet would be nice. And here's Linus, coming at you from his bed (which he no doubt thinks of it as), making eyes. Who could resist? (A thanks to Beth for the picture.)