Saying Nothing At All

Good things I can say about Thanksgiving at my in-laws:

1. My father-in-law loaned Captain Awesome and I a book of Irish short stories that I quite enjoyed.

2. I got to hang out with CA's step-aunt and her family, which was nice and cozy. 2A: They gave us early Christmas gifts- the first of the season!

3. There was nice wine at dinner.

4. CA and I took a nice late-night walk together.

5. We went to breakfast the next morning with several of CA's friends from high school at a cool local eatery called The Eating Room. It was. It certainly was.

6. We drove down and drove home in safety.

7. It was not too hot to wear the tights I packed.

8. CA didn't get poisoned by a turkey fried in peanut oil and end up in the hospital.

9. There were no Thanksgiving terrorist attacks.

10. The sun didn't explode.

Woolen Waves

Captain Awesome and I went to visit his cousin, whom I shall call Mikey D, this Sunday in Santa Cruz. Despite a craptastic "blackened" "Mahi Mahi" sandwich at a tourist-feeding dive restaurant, we had a fantastic time and look forward to many more Mikey D weekends.

Walking the cliff paths of Santa Cruz gave us occasion to reminisce to our recent trip to the Timber Cove Inn (google it yourself, I'm at work here!) & Costanoa, our first two of hopefully many isolated Northern California inns. We have discovered a truth universal to our marriage, which is that we are people who prefer to wear sweaters on the beach*. Palm trees are nice, but only at 60 degrees.

*This is not a nudity thing, but the curious cast populating the nude beach we walked by did nothing to dissuage us.

Fat Cat

Pepe is now officially 17lbs. I don't know what to do about it. He and Ruby eat a very limited amount of the "Light Indoor Cat" food. Our vet says to try wet food. Been there before. My sister, the would-be-vet, suggests a prescription, high-protein dry food. Great.

Meanwhile, Pepe also proved to us on Friday that cats do try to hold it for their litter box. Upon arriving home from the vet, anti-rabified, he commenced to sprinkle poops all over the living room floor as he made a mad dash to the litter box. Poor little guy just couldn't hold it any longer- but he tried! I find that quite endearing.

Doctorfied

I just answered my first emergency page in which I introduced myself to the caller as "Dr. Mollynonymous."

It felt pretty cool.

It also felt like make-believe.

I wonder when this starts feeling real?