Oddly appropriate userpic, somehow. You'd think he naps on me often.

arawen dozed off in my lap this evening while I was reading blogs.

This resulted in the following conversation:

arawen (waking up suddenly for no particular reason): Mmmmm?!
Me: Hmmm?
arawen: Hmmm.
Me: M?
arawen (snuggling my thigh): Mine.
Me: And what provokes that claiming?
arawen: If you weren't here, my head would fall down.

At which point he went back to sleep, looking quite pleased with himself.


(In other news, still vaguely ill, got the taxes done, did some laundry, carried water. Full of thwart.)

Madness ... that way. ---->

0-812 ... Tor ... New York ...
0-486 ... Dover ...
FASA is in ... Chicago ... 1-55560 ...
TSR is in ... Wisconsin ... 0-88038 ...


Book cataloguing is making my head explodiate.

I think I want to make my actual next cataloguing goal (as opposed to the current state of 'hey, I'm right here, I can catalogue stuff while I'm killing time waiting for teinedreugan) clearing the last three boxes of religion/esoteric books out of the bedroom. Because then I'll be done with a whole category of box. And the shelves arawen will be even more full.