wendyzski: (winslet)

Still feeling like crap, but at least all of the coughing means that I'm actually getting air...

But, I wanted to write about last week.  A friend was traveling out of Chicago by train for just over a week, and rather than pay to have her car sit idle in an expensive downtown parking garage she asked if I'd like to use it for the week and then just pick her up at the station when she got back. Now, I've lived in Chicago for more than 20 years without owning a car, though I do the occasional rental and am a member of a car-sharing service for bulky errands.  But this was my first experience with regular commuting by car.

A few things I noticed right away:

  • I have no idea how long it takes to drive anywhere.  Programmed by public transit, in my head somehow Arlington Heights, Wheeling, and Naperville are all the same place - they have hotels there that I get to by going downtown, getting on a Metra train for half an hour, and then take a shuttle the last bit.

  • Driving a Smart Car on a regular basis really redefines your sense of what constitutes a "big enough parking place".  I was never very good at parallel parking - it wasn't part of Drivers Ed and NJ has parking lots everywhere so it wasn't really an issue.  But with this little thing, I got really good at taking those little leftover spots on the end of the block, or those half-plowed ones at the mall.

  • There is a surprising amount of interior room for a car that looks more like you put it on than get into it.  I managed to fit 5 IKEA bags full of warehouse club groceries plus a case of toilet paper into it, though there wasn't much room to spare.  Trunk Tetris FTW.

  • Joining the 21st Century was kind of cool.  I was able to plug my phone in to an outlet in the glove box, turn on navigation, and the car told me where to go.  I love living in the future!

I also found that I quickly got out of the habit of wearing hats and gloves.  Wasn't outside long enough to need them and they just become more crap to tote around.  Same thing with my bag - I ditched the backpack for a week in favor of a smaller tote that was easier to toss in the passenger seat.

I found that going from my home in Rogers Park to the office in Roscoe Village in the morning it was slightly faster to take Damen, but coming home if I got out on time at 5 Western was the better bet.  I was usually able to find parking within a block of my home, and easily about  block from the office on Belmont.  (Belmont has timed parking restrictions so I usually just put the car on Melrose and left it for the day).

Comparing times, when I take the bus I walk out the door at about 7:38 and between busses and the last 3 block walk (if there isn't a bus around) I get to work at 8:30.  Driving, I was really only able to get 12 more minutes, as there was still the need to walk to the car, get around the one-way streets and onto the right road.  So time-wise it wasn't a great savings.  It was nice to have the ability to get to places that are less accessible by public transit, but the up-side just wasn't that much of a swing for me.

Throughout the week, I noticed a LOT of people stopping to look at the car.  I think partly because it's pretty distinctive and people were impressed with where it could park, but of course it may have also been the "Don't blame me - I voted for Dead Bob" bumpersticker...

I did find that I missed my commuting time on the bus - that's when I do a bit of reading or listen to an audiobook, or check my e-mail and generally chill and sort of mentally "check out".  You can't do that when you're driving.

I started the week with a pretty full tank, drove out to Schaumburg and around one day, hauled heavy stuff another, and went to Niles once but other than that I did mostly in-city driving.  That took me down to about 1/4 tank, which I filled back up for just over $27 at Sams Club prices of around $3.86/gal.  So it's very efficient but also has a tiny tiny gas tank.

I think that if I had the means to have a car this one might suit my needs,  It's utterly unsuited to more than 2 people or any kind of family setting.  But if it was just me (and Winslet) it would work just fine.  I've been considering (once the housing situations stabilizes) looking into getting an electric scooter or moped for the commute, but for my lifestyle at this point a car really doesn't make sense.

wendyzski: (winslet)
My health has been pretty awful for a while.  I've been in a full-on asthma flare since before Capricon, and then developed allergic reactions to 2 of the new medications we tried.  It's uncomfortable to breathe, I'm coughing a lot, and I'm constantly short of breath.  Really all I've felt up to is working, lying on the couch, and sleeping.  Been on prednisone for a week now with no real improvement.  I still need the nebulizer 3x a day plus I wake up at night with symptoms that need my rescue inhaler on top of that.

So I've not had anything of substance to say, and I've been doing my short-span whining on Facebook.

I'm in touch with my doctor through all of this, but we're just running out of options for treatment that are effective.
wendyzski: (windy steampunk)
I am totally behind the concept of "authors doing goofy things for charity donations".  First I know of was Jim Hines recreating the poses of female characters on book covers hich has now raised over $15k fo Aicardi Syndrome.

​Now, yesterday, the Acts of Whimsy fundraiser (to enable author and cancer patient Jay Lake to get a full genetic sequencing) went over $30k in under 24 hours!

So far we as a community have "won": )
wendyzski: (winslet)
Since my family is rather scattered, I tend to get a lot of my holiday gifts shipped. Often my relatives don't bother to have them wrapped. My mom did. Of course, that was the one that Winslet "opened" all on her own.  She chewed a hole in the box, pulled off the ribbon, and knocked it off the chair onto the floor where it opened.

The ironic part? It was cord covers that I asked for to do some bunnyproofing..... 

And to add insult to injury, I came home from work as usual but noticed that she didn't come running for her salad like usual.  I started looking around, getting more worried by the minute, until I heard a rustling noise from my bedroom.  The bedroom that is on the other side of a 36
" X-pen gate (still fastened).   Discovered that she had nibbled off the toes of my favorite new boots - which had been placed in there specifically to keep her away from them.  The noise I had heard was her chowing down on the handle of my laundry bag.. 

I'm beginning to think longingly of a new furry hat!

wendyzski: (blackout)

Its been an eventful last couple of months.

I started working full-time as of October 1.  I really enjoy my job - my boss really needed a "me" - he comes from the construction end of property management and I come from the paperwork side of things.  That plus my condo board experience means that I can be a big help to him in seeing that his business grows without bits falling off around the edges.  The pay is fine but more importantly, he thanks me at least once a week.  I'm supported, valued, and appreciated - that's about ideal in my books.

I was approved for bankruptcy on October 22nd.  The half hour before the trustee hearing was the most anxious I have ever been, but the hearing itself took all of 3 minutes, including making sure that my name was being pronounced correctly for the recorder and a but of banter as to whether Winslet qualifies as an asset or a liability.  See, I wanted to be very thorough when I did my household inventory so I listed her as a misc asset with a value of her adoption fee.  I got the paperwork back for signature with her listed as One (1) rabbit - pet - no value except to owner.  I didn't tell her that because I didn't want to hurt her feelings...

Then my boss announced that he's moving to SW Michigan!  He and his wife were planning on something like this in a year or so - they have young kids and want to live in a more suburban setting with room to run and better schools.  They lucked in on an amazing deal on a foreclosure on 5 acres in their target area with good schools, and he felt that since I'm on board and so much of our stuff is in the cloud, they could move up their timetable.  He plans to come in to Chicago 2-3 days a week for meetings and such, and is going to try and buy out one of his rental tenants early (March-ish) and set up a pied-à-terre.  I suggested that since the point of renting an actual office was to get the work life away from the family life, and now the family life was moving, why pay the extra for a second space when I could work just as easily from a desk in the apartment.  So some things are still up in the air as far as what and when, but it's pretty daunting to realize that he's basically handing the day-to-day operation of his business to me after less than a month of full-time work!  But it's exciting too.

Windycon went well - The theme was Zombies, so I set up a workshop on Friday where people could bring in old clothes and distress them with fake blood, mud, grass stains, tears and claw marks, etc.  AT least 5 people made their outfits on Friday and then wore them on the catwalk on Saturday, which is EXACTLY what I want to have happen.  Two women were really nervous backstage, and then they took their turn on stage, sat down, looked at each other and said "Can we do that again?".  :)  The beginning sewing panel also seemed to go well, and my Stage Blood Cookoff was not only well-attended but I managed to squick out a nurse and a vet!  

I finally have medical overage again!  It's through the state's IPXP.  My boss is paying for it.  I had to have no coverage at all for 6 months and be denied for private insurance, and now I have free preventative care, a $500 deductible, and 20% copay on prescriptions.  I was able to fill 4 of my meds for 90 days for only $32 last night - I nearly cried with relief at the pharmacy window.  I had a full physical including pap, bloodwork, pee test, mammogram referral and re-ups on all of my scripts for free.  You have no idea how much that is a huge weight off my shoulders.  

Winslet went through a territorial pooping phase after we sent Izzy/irving back to Red Door.  She wanted it known in no uncertain terms that this is HER home TYVM, and no icky boybunnies are welcome.  She calmed down after a few weeks, and has started nibbling random things again.  She even figured out how to get into my bedroom while I was at Windycon.  I'be not looked for all the damage but while the featherbed seems to have survived unscathed the duvet was a bit nibbled as was a nightshirt and a vest that was on the floor.

So all things considered, I'm pretty relieved for now.

wendyzski: (pet the bunny)

[livejournal.com profile] daystarclarion's Pierre just passed away in her arms.  He had been losing weight, and was in kidney failure.  He was not in pain.

Some of us who have only met here and now follow each other on Facebook as well were remarking that he was among the last of the Greatest Generation of Bunnyowners Buns. MoeMoe, The Phooka, Pepper, and now Pierre - all gone.

*sad face*

wendyzski: (fuck short chick)

(crossposted from y Facebook page)

When you go to the polls this fall, PLEASE don't write in a fictional character.

All that means is more work for the overtired judges of election.

At least in Illinois, those votes are not even reported from the precinct. But any ballots with write-ins have to be individually examined by at least two of the election judges (one from each main party) to see if they are legitimate pre-registered write-in candidate. Whether or not it's a legit. write-in vote, they then have to be recorded on 5 separate forms, and sealed in a special envelope - ALL of which have to be hand-signed by all of the judges at the polling place. These people have already been at the polling place since 5AM and they REALLY want to go home now.

THEN the reporting boxes from that polling get special stickers so they are set aside at the receiving station so that the boxes can be individually opened by paid teams of sworn judges to review the write-in ballots AGAIN.

That's a fuckton of work that you, the taxpayers, end up footing the bill for, because some asshole wanted to vote for Donald Duck.

So just don't

wendyzski: (Default)

Earlier this week, when I was relocating his pen, he got around me and ran into the kitchen.  He and Winslet interacted pretty well for a little while, so I let them, but I took my eyes off them for a second and a really bad fight broke out.

During the week, I had to wrap his pen in paper in an attempt to :out of sight out of mind:, but both were trying to chew through the barrier - him to get out and play, and her in to attack the interloper.  He's soo cheerful that he hops up to anyone aproaching the pen, looking for attention, pettins, and treats - even when the thing on the other side is a grumpy bitey ladybun.  Things weren't calming with time - they seemed to be escalating.

Then last night, while he was having Out Time, he figured out that he could jump the 34" barrier I had in the hall, and Winslet was on the other side.  Another viscious fight all up and down the hallway, with clumps of fur flying on both sides and I had trouble separating them.   I realized that if he can clear a 34" blind barrier it was only a matter of time before he figured out how to get out of a 36" pen, and that I wasn't going to be able to keep him safe long enough for them to work things out, and I'd never forgive myself if he got out while I was at work and one of them got seriously hurt.

So to protect Irrepresible Irving from his own doofiness and placate my Attack Bun, I took him back to Red Door this morning.  They already have a date lined up for him.  I'll miss him terribly, and I can't help feeling that if I had only dome something different or earlier or better they could have worked things out. But at this point, this was really the only option.


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The rest of the report consists of anecdotes, because things were getting pretty blurry by that point.  I remember specific things, but not when they occurred.

Read more... )
3 days worth of 16-hrs of sleep and I'm starting to feel almost recovered
wendyzski: (fuck short chick)

This is where it starts to get a little blurry...

Read more... )

In our next installment:
How much exactly is “half a metric fuckton” (and is it gross or tare), Robots attack the Hugo awards, and we acquire a staff

wendyzski: (fuck short chick)

Monday - Worked an 11-hour day to make up time for later in the week.  At lunch I deposited my paycheck and got a cashier’s check for the final $166 that I took downtown after work to drop off with the doorman at my Bankruptcy Attorney’s building.  That was the final step we were waiting on to file.  You know, because I didn’t have enough stuff to do this week...

Tuesday - worked 8:30-3 then headed to the Hyatt to start work. Mostly organizational stuff - making sure that each pile was labeled and sending it off to it’s designated home as gophers appeared.  Began sending out grid to set up on party floors.  Was not specific enough about which tower I was talking about - these things happen when you are stepping into a job you have no experience in - so they had to go looking for them around 10PM after I left for home.

Wednesday - Worked 8:30-3 again.  At lunch I got the pile of signature forms for the bankruptcy so I signed and sent all of those.  Then after work I headed down to find that the ConSuite truck was 3 hours late.  This was the start of a pattern for the weekend, when that department was consistently 2-3 hours late on every time frame they gave us.  I know they were busy but this really caused a LOT of problems for us.  

Also discovered that Lisa had had to fire our ONE staff member who wasn’t specifically a truck driver.  After the 6-hr smoke break, leaving without telling anyone on Tuesday, and not showing up for the one time-specific thing we had asked him to handle on Wednesday, we’re done.  When it’s 3 days into prep and I as the department Second have yet to actually meet you?  Yeah - get lost.

After a pretty intense load-in I came above-ground to a message from a friend who was crashing at my place prior to the con after driving in from CA.  Apparently he had managed to pull the doorknob off the bathroom door and drop it down the toilet while it was flushing.  So at 11:00 at night, I was in the hallway of my condo with my hand up the back of the toilet.  Yay.  I couldn’t get to it, even after disconnecting it and popping it off the bolts.  So I had to take him back down to the hotel with me that night to crash on a cot in our room because my place had no functioning bathroom.  So I finished packing at the last minute and forgot a fair amount of stuff, and got to the hotel well after midnight to crash and burn.

Yeah - and the con hasn’t even started yet....

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As of about 5PM yesterday, Chicon 7 has a logistics schedule.  Took me about 4-5 hours plus an hour or two writing out instructions and making signout sheets.

Lisa keeps saying that "I need you because you can herd cats".  I replied "I have not actually herded any cats, but I have prepared a fairly detailed Feline Distribution Policy and Schedule"

She has handled the load in arrangements - scheduling the trucks and people going to the various places to get things and bring them to the hotel, where the expensive Union people will unload the trucks into our staging area.

At this point, I have a fairly detailed excel spreadsheet, with one tab per day inclusive of load-in and load-out days, detailing pretty much everything that needs to be moved from the staging area to somewhere else in the hotel, and when it needs to be moved and moved by.  Some of it is a bit vague - like "computers and printers for Art Show", since I don't know how many boxes there are.  But I've been informed that everything in the ISFIC storage locker is labeled by department.  Therefore, in theory, the Teamsters will pile the boxes as labeld into the areas by the sign on the wall, and I can say "OK - see that pile over there?  Take everything in that pile that is labeled 'ConSuite' and take it to Hollywood B.  Make several trips.  Here's a map

I think I have a pretty good handle on the in-con movement of stuff, though I have a few questions about what may or not have been typos on the work orders.  "We're bringing a sign kiosk to  Masquerade registration on Thursday, and taking it back on Saturday lunchtime, when the Masquerade itself doesn't take place until that night.  Did they mean *Sunday*lunchtime?"

We're pretty complete up through Monday, as that is strike day and we don't know what our staging area location or dock time slots are.  But we do have the complete list of "grid" (standing metal grid panels used to make displays and sign kiosks) that is coming back downstairs from the party floors and most of the upper level con spaces.  What we don't have is where exactly it is going or when it has to be there, as well as all of the misc boxes (like the above "computers and printers for Art Show") that need to come back to staging,  But hopefully we'll be able to beat that out of people at some point over the weekened.

Several departments (Registration, ChiKidz, and the Dance techs) have stepped up to take responsibility for getting their own piles of boxes to an from staging, as long as we can supply them with carts to do so. This is going to be a huge help.

Favorite exchange from this weekend:

L: (exasperated at finding yet another thing we didn't have a work order for) That was probably in Ken's head and we don't have Ken's head!

Me: Do we know anyone with a Ouija Board?

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As many of you know, long-time Chicago-area fan and regular convention staffer Ken Hunt passed away suddenly last week.  Ken was heading up the Logistics Department for next week’s Chicon 7.  Lisa Hunter has stepped up to fill Ken’s shoes, and I’ve come on-staff, but this still leaves us a bit overwhelmed and also short-staffed in the days leading up to this huge showcase for Chicago fandom.

Many people who are already attending Chicon has asked if they can help.

We know that you are going to be very busy, but...can you give us “An Hour for Ken”?

Logistics has an office that is supposed to be staffed from 8AM to 8PM for the duration of the convention (Thursday-Monday) in order to address any last-minute transport runs or grid orders.  What we could really use are volunteers to come and sit there for an hour or two at some point during the convention  (in particular Friday through Sunday) to answer phone and/or radio calls and drop-ins.  This would allow our small staff to actually get out and see the con a bit while still remaining in radio contact.  Or just drop by the office to say “hi” and maybe offer to do a food run for whoever is on-deck.    

We can’t offer gopher hours or anything else for this - just the satisfaction that you helped the Chicago fannish community get the job done when it counted.  

(of course, gophers are still needed, especially before and after the convention, when hours count double)

We’ll have sign-up sheets available in the Logistics office, so as you plan your programming choices, please think about donating an hour or two.  For Ken.  For Lisa.  For all of the people who are counting on us.  For your friends, and for your community.

Please share this message with anyone you know who will be attending Chicon.  


Wendy Z and the rest of the Chicon 7 Logistics staff.

wendyzski: (fuck short chick)

Remember when I said "Friends don't let friends run Worldcons"?

I lied.

Chicon 7, this year's edition of the World Science Fiction Convention, opens a week from today.

The head of Ops dropped dead last weekend.

I only vaguely knew him, so my first reaction was a general "Wow, that's too bad".

Then I heard a shriek from the general direction of Lawrence and Sheridan.....

It seems that the woman who is my Second at Windycon has received a battlefield promotion to head of Ops less than 2 weeks before a major international event.  In the space of a few days, she went from "Sure, I'll help drive a truck and load-in and out" to department head, and a blizzard of paperwork and scribbled notes has descended upon her.

Well, friends may not let friends run Wiorldcons, but friends also don't let friends get hit by a train, and while I suck at dealing with people I'm hell on wheels when it comes to sorting out paperwork.  So with the assistance of my boss who is letting me fiddle with my schedule next week and with an offer from her to front part of my membership (staff rate) until reimbursement time, I'm playing 'Ride of the Valkyries' on a very small kazoo and coming in to help her out.  I'm headed over tonight after work, laptop in hand, to help finish sorting through the work orders and start making up grids and checklists. I've cleared my decks for the weekend as well, and after tonight we'll have a better idea of what still needs to be done and how much help we're going to need to do it.

As she put it this morning "Suddenly the phrase 'Who died and made YOU boss?" takes on a whole new meaning.....'

wendyzski: (Default)

Well, after a little more than a week on hiatus, it was back to the tub again for Izzy and Winslet...

She still seems to have an irresistible urge to bite his flank or butt. She has realized that this has consequences, and she seems to have figured out where the spray is coming from, so she's still trying to be sneaky about it. She spends a lot of time looking to me - not sure if it's for reassurance or to see if I'm watching to see if she can get away with a bite, I'm not sure.

Aside from that, they are doing fine. They ate hay together, and he even flopped at one point and let her sniff his foot. In a dog, that would be a sign of submission - does anyone know if that's true of bunnies as well?

At another point, she laid down in the middle of the tub (possibly using her size to crowd him slightly?)

There was also a bit of "nose wars" as well - trying to maneuver each other into being the groomee - which is hard when neither one is actually grooming.

We did about 70 minutes, and they even ate pellets together. I was afraid there might be some aggression over them, as both of them get tremendously excited at pellet time. But other than a bit of head-maneuvering things seemed to go well. I ended things on that note.

I'll probably do another tub session or two before trying to up the ante again, since that seems to be where the problems start.

Photo of Izzy )Photo of Izzy )

wendyzski: (winslet)

We're on a bonding break for now, as Winslet bit Izzy-boy's butt seriously enough last night that it bled (as opposed to just nipping fur),  It scabbed up right away, I cleaned it carefully and dabbed with plain neosporin just in case.  It seems to be healing fairly well, but we're going to wait a few more days before going back to the tub again,

A funny story while we wait )

*Sigh*  Bunnies are wierd.

wendyzski: (Default)
45 minutes in the tub tonight, though I turned the motor off after 5. I decided that much of the nipping seemed to be set off by chasing, so I thought maybe I gave them too much space in the bedroom, so I thought we'd stay confined tonight.

Early on, I did the thing where you sort of shove them together and pet them at the same time. That seemed to go really well.I offered treats, but neither was interested.

Once their fright started to wear off, I kept close watch with the spray bottle. (note to self - am too old to sit on floor of bathroom for 45 minutes - get chair). She has clearly figured out that nipping nets her a face-full of water, so she tried to be sneaky about it. Just minding my own business here and juuust happened to be stretching my head out slowly and maybe I'll just open my mouth and start toSPLOOOOOSH!!!! *groom groom*. Silly bunbun.

He's a thumpy little thing, but did calm down at some points. Particularly when I pushed the plate of hay back out and they remembered it was there. They eat on opposite sides just fine, though he is still pretty wary. I offered regular simultaneous treats (cut up a few craisins to make them last longer)

By the last 5 minutes, she was actually lying down in tub and while he was in the corner he was grooming and his ears were more relaxed. A few more treats and then I ended the session.

Right now, she's lying up against the side of his pen. Clearly on guard, but not aggressive.
Tonight I clean the litterboxes, and then after a few days I'll switch them out for each other, preperatory to switching their spaces. In a little bit, once she is comfy back in the kitchen or on the deck, I'll block off the hall to give him a bit more run time if possible.

I'm no longer so afraid that she's going to kill him, and his poor little baldy-spot seems to be healing well.
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I was a nervous wreck about them most of the weekend, but my bunny peeps were
very supportive. The most useful thing that they did was to remind me that if
they had really wanted to kill each other they had plenty of chances on Friday
and it hadn't happened.

There were positive signs from last night's bonding session. There is a proven
technique called Stress Bonding, where you put the buns together in an
unfamiliar and/or stressful situation to try and get them to cuddle. Sort of
like taking a date to a scary movie for humans. Variations on this include
putting them in a large carrier or cardboard box and taking them for a car ride,
or taking a laundry-basket ride on top of a the dryer.

So for this session I put them in the empty tub with a handful of hay, just like
Then I turned the whirlpool motor on :)

They were definitely on high alert but without a clear idea of where to run and
a slippery floor they pretty much froze in place. I gently shoved them next to
each other, and then proceeded to pet their heads gently for a while,
occasionally switching hands. The goal is to get them to associate the feelings
of comfort in a stressy situation with the smell/feel of the other bun.

There were definite signs of snuggling - Izzy was slowly working his way to
shoving his head under Winslet in order to hide under her. Mostly she tolerated
this. They both got treats for this.

After about 15 minutes of this, the next step was to spend some time in a
neutral territory together so that they could work things out between them while
I supervised with a squirt bottle. I blocked off UnderTheBed so they had about
had the room to work in, complete with clutter. She chased and nipped him a
few times, but the spray bottle did seem to inerrupt things. Oh the look on her
face when THAT happened for the first time! He lost a tufty of fur off his butt
at one point - poor bitty!

She was this odd little squeaky vocalization that I'm sure that she thinks is a
terribly fierce growl, but really she sounds like she needs to be oiled. And
Izzy thinks that if he sticks his head into a dresser drawer that it means he's
hiding - despite the spotty fluffy butt clearly visible to all. I wish I'd
gotten a photo of him hiding in my pith helmet!

After about 15 minutes of this he was scared, she was wet, and both were thumpy
- but of the last 5 times they interacted she only went for him twice. I ended
things after nearly 5 straight minutes of mutual ignoring at opposite sides of
the room.

Despite the scuffling, this was actually a fairly positive session. She needs
to learn that she can be alpha-bun without being mean, and he needs to
understand that as long as he shows her proper respect he'll be fine. She's
smart enough and he's young enough that both of these are definitely possible.

I think they get tonight off, since I haven't slept well the last few nights and
I'm feeling under the weather, and I want to make sure Izzy's butt has a chance
to heal. He didn't bleed, but that was a hefty mouthful of fur and his skin
felt a little scabby underneath. I put on a bit of peroxide and a little plain
neosporin just in case.

She stlll goes up to his pen sometimes, but she has mostly stopped shoving at
it. For his part, he is definitely wary of her, and backs away from the bars
when he sees/smells her, but doesn't panic and run or anything. He still runs
up to the bars when he sees me because I am the bringer of pettings and nummies
(even if sometimes I take him to the scary bunny-lady). Winslet is alternating
between being relaxed but vaguely sulky and terribly snuggly and insecure. So
while it might be a good idea to push ahead with things I'm going to err on the
side of going very slowly. Tonight I'll make sure each gets some individual
fussing and then go to bed early.
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