so this isn't a regional problem?

My allergies have been kicking my ass lately, so I've been spending most of my time lying low and doing my best impersonation of a comatose Tara. It's a lot of fun, trust me. And the dreams are absolutely incredible.

A few messages for people who go out into the big, blue room however:

Wee Ninja: Dinner tomorrow, remember? At six pm. Or thereabouts.
Thee Pumpkin Girl (who probably won't read this): Call me before you get on the train.
Miss Carrie: I hope everything is going well right now. I miss you. :(
Miss Robin: I was going to call you tonight to inform you that a certain male person FARTED at me this evening, but I decided not to bother you in the mountains.
everybody else: Please send any good luck you may be storing up to The Engineer, as he's going away to DC for four days to install the World War II memorial. This will include being in a harness, 18 feet up in the air. worry worry worry.

I took the ferrets out to play tonight, it's the first time since Edgar came home from the vet. And miracle upon miracle, they actually PLAYED! There was no hissing, they chased each other and made that dook dook dook sound. They jumped around and rolled. Quite unlike all the other times that had interaction. I'm so pleased. I think it might be due to the fact that I gave them baths this week, so now they both smell like each other. As an experiment, I put them into the same cage for a few minutes. And that's when Edgar decided to start hissing at HP. He doesn't want him touching any of his stuff. I reckon this will probably change once I get a new cage, it'll be neutral territory.

I'm going to go watch movies and knit and try to keep my mind off of things.