The third time is not charming

Where have I been?

I've been spending time with the sequestered kitty, the cone-of-shame kitty, the "I ate a watch band and had my third major surgery" kitty, the "I'm lonely" kitty, the kitty who wants to be carried around the house, the kitty who must stay in the basement bathroom shower stall (complete with little basket, litter box, and food bowls) until his stitches come out.

Sorry, no photos. But you get the picture.

Last night, a terrifically fun reading at Bookworm Exchange.

Today, crushing about a ton of Merlot grapes. I hope the rain stops before we start. And I'll try to have pictures.