So I've pretty much resigned myself to the fact that the kittens are not here. I've been calling every other day to see how they're doing, but the Humane Society is probably getting annoyed with that so I'll just wait for them to call me. Apparently they are over their infection, they just need to make sure they're getting enough to eat? That gives me hope that maybe they will be back here soon, but who knows.

In the meanwhile I have been having something of a self-indulgent week. Letting myself do nothing, be depressed--not too depressed, just mildly S.A.D., be blah, be INTERNET FOREVER, not doing my meditation (bad for me but I don't want to beat myself up about it because that defeats the purpose), staying indoors, eating lots of processed noodle food. My life pretty much revolves around Gossip Girl, pictures of kittens, and Mark Reads Harry Potter right now. Trufax.

I always get vaguely dysthymic at the start of fall. It's the shorter days and also the knowledge of what lies ahead: WISCONSIN WINTER. [insert "DUN DUN DUUUUN" sound here.] Right now, though, we're having a spectacular kind of rainless storm, in which the wind blows all over the place, opening and closing doors in my apartment and scaring the kitty. It's quite warm temperature-wise though. Today actually got up to 80 degrees. Tomorrow's high is 61. I AM CONFUSE

Oh god I have actually stayed up so late that I CAN HEAR KATE'S ALARM CLOCK GOING OFF. WHY

Kitten pictures?

My girl Zippy, short for Zipporah:



Egon, or possibly Bartleby, name not final:



Poor scared Albus:



Pretty Matilda:



COME BACK KITTENZ... I LOVEDED YOU