There I was this morning, eating my blueberry flavoured toaster waffle with maple syrup, playing some online cribbage, minding my own business, when a great big ol' moth flutters out of nowhere, into my face! How rude! Not to mention startling, as I HATE moths!
Anyway, I opening the balcony window in hopes it would fly back outside...and after a while, it did flutter over to the window, but, moths being pretty feckless and brainless creatures, it didn't quite get that there was in fact an escape, but persisted on fluttering around the closed side of the sliding glass window. Duh. Stupid moth. Anyway, Charlie noticed it, and boy was he thrilled! "I'm gonna' get that moth, ha-ha!" he said to himself, ears pointed forward, tail all aquiver with anticipation. But, just as he was about to pounce, it flew out the window--right under Boot's nose, who was sitting outside on the balcony. Well, Boots pounced...and ate the moth (yes, cats eat moths as well as they do mice).
Charlie was soooo--disappointed. The poor wee thing just kept looking around, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation...poor Charlie, he does adore play. He looked like a little kid who'd just lost his favourite toy. 
Well, I'm waiting on a taxi. I'd rung up the health center, and I guess they want to run some blood tests and stuff. So, I rang up my supervisor and asked if I could work night shift--she seemed happy with that (probably they have more work tonight than this afternoon), so I'll be spending the afternoon (whenever the taxi decides to get here) at the health center. My sore throat and congestion seem to have cleared up, mostly, so I think I've warded off that flu that's been making the rounds, 'round these parts.
It's a fantastic autumn day here--not a cloud in the sky, slightly chilly but not at all cold--you can still wear a tee shirt comfortably (at least by my standards), so at least if I have to be ill (if I am ill again), at least I have a nice day for it.
