"Never get a cat."

Here's some observations.

1. To LA-area folks. Have you heard this radio commercial for Mike Diamond Plumbing? Where they promise the plumber will show up on time and smell good? And/or the commercial riffs on smelling various plumbers to make sure they're not stinky? Is this a thing, now? Are angry homeowners calling to complain about the way their visiting plumbers smell? I can't imagine ever, in any circumstance, calling anywhere to complain about the smell of another human being. Much less the smell of a human being who's snaking my septic tank. I am FLUMMOXED.

2. And Edith is losing her hair. She's patchy, a little, she has one patch near her tail, on her back, and one patch on her chest, and two little ones on the top of her head. The Internet seems to think it's stress-related compulsive grooming, and she DOES smack her head a lot with her feet. Should I be worried? Note: I cannot afford a vet at the moment, especially since the Water and Power people came and harangued me this morning for the THREE HUNDRED THIRTY DOLLARS I owe him, so the answer to the Edith question must be either a) "I'm sure she's fine," or b) "I'm a vet, here's what you should do for under ten bucks."

3. To Do: DS9 ficathon, Mary Sue novel (done, because I rock), Jed/Leo, Paris/Kim, wish there were Voyager seasons beyond S2 torrented somewhere. Meanwhile, selenak comes home in two days. Be STILL MY NARN HEART!