nor so wide as a church door

I guess if you have to have your sleep constantly interrupted, it's best that it be constantly interrupted by kittens. If only I could nap like they do, I would be golden; but I'm a terrible napper, napping makes me grouchy and horrid.

Went to see Les Mis, which I am incapable of critiquing in any honest or objective manner; I don't actually like the story much and never have, and I cried the first time someone died and didn't stop until the end. I was recovering a bit by ( I don't know if this even counts as spoilers, but hey. ) At least I saw it with all my friends in one go, so I won't have to go to it again. Small blessings.

I think I'm caught up on TV - at least, the TV I don't have to download. (Download TV, I am always behind on, because I already rack up overage charges as it is. Damn you, Verizon.) OUaT is ( still making me happy, mostly. )

And! Finished a couple of books, at long last.

( The Broken Crown (The Sun Sword, Book 1). )

And, suiting a completely different and yet partly the same portion of my tastes, ( The Stepsister Scheme (Jim Hines's Princess Series, Book 1). ) As I so often have to say, I couldn't list its objective merits, but I really enjoyed it, and I'm glad I have two more to read.

Because I can, I signed up for a trope_bingo card! Here's hoping I can use it to finish some stuff I've already started. (Thank god I got a "forced to marry" square, I finally have a reason to finish the Yue/Zuko arranged marriage fic.)

I'm glad it was fast, and I hope it didn't hurt too much; I wish that clot had never happened, but I'm glad that if it had to, it took ten years to do it. You should have lived longer. I'm sorry there was nothing we could do, and I'm glad I got to see you again before you went.

... and taking a second to be frivolous, here: this week has been pretty toadtastic, so far. I was mowing some super-high grass (it gets mowed maybe - maybe - once a year, tops) with the electric mower, with my sister doing the cord wrangling, and almost stepped on a pretty gigantic toad, who was quite possibly mad at me for ruining its lovely jungle home and leaped at me in toady rage, causing me to throw up my hands and flail around and just generally make my sister think I'd managed to mow my own foot off.

This morning, I was mowing again - and you may think there's a pattern here and I just saw the same toad twice, but no, because this sighting was after I was finished. I clumped up to the little mini front porch, intent on claiming a cup of cold juice and a fan as my own, and saw a sudden burst of movement in my peripheral vision, going from under the mini porch to somewhere beneath a nearby bush. I thought it might be a chipmunk or something, and lowered myself down to see, and, omg, another toad. Definitely a different individual, because this one was smaller, and also in a completely different place.

I'm a little worried, actually - I mean, Little One must be a pretty smart toad if it's managed to avoid death by psychotic killer cat so far, but it's still probably bad that Little One is apparently living so close to the house - how long can it continue to avoid psychotic killer cat??? I'm not worried at all about Big One, because Big One seems to be living quite a bit further away, and also I'm a little more confident in Big One's ability to kick the cat in the head and run.

(The cat I refer to here is, amusingly, named Calvin; we were considering naming him Hobbes, but we must've divined that he would be crazy and weird even at an early age, and went with Calvin instead. He is big, orange, and deeply annoying when it's rainy and he can't go out; also, he likes to kill things. He does not get along at all well with the other cat, Thomasina, who is ... sixteen? seventeen? certainly getting up there, and likes to reign over the house from the couch, where she graciously allows me to be her cushion. And no, we did not name her Thomas and then realize she was a girl; we named her after the cat Thomasina from the book by Paul Gallico.)