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I dreamed about Boris last night. Even in the context of the dream, I knew he was dead, and this was a very special visit, but I didn't care. I was simultaneously incredibly happy and terribly sad. He spent all of the short time we had together doing the head butt with a twist, pressing his snout or the top of his head against me, then sliding into the cheek rub. It made no sense in the context of the dream, he was just suddenly there, sitting on a table between my arms. Even though it hurts, I'm so glad it happened. I miss him so much; it's nice to know he misses me, too.

bizarro

I spent about five minutes in traffic this morning sitting behind a truck with a shiny silver Bizarro 'S' sticker on it. I was trying to figure out what it was about; I'm not aware of any new push for Bizarro comics or character merchandise, and there isn't a new Superman project impending. I puzzled over it for some time, until I realized that the 'S' was actually standard, and it was designated Superman, not Bizarro. You are left to draw your own conclusions as to what this says about me.

argh

Came home to a 57 degree house, which is lower than I usually keep it. Checking the thermostat, it was set to 64, so... down to the basement to see the pilot to our heater apparently went out. Turned it off, waiting fifteen minutes to try relighting it, and compulsively checking online to see that the last payment was made to Scana (it was). All this on the coldest night of the year thus far. Whee.


update: Pilot lit, and lasagna in the oven. Whew.