So I'm feeling a little better about Nerf. Still missing him, and I had a momentary crying jag over the weekend when I sniffed the basket he always used to lie in and could smell him. Saw him this morning in a dream; he was desperately trying to tell me something, like he always did when the food bowl was empty or some other similar tragedy had occurred. I woke up before I figured out what it was, though.

Yes, she's here.

She's old and decrepit and...oh, hi, Tamara!

*grin* I'm kidding, of course. She's yummy, right up my alley, and neat people and yes, there's a connection and it's nice and I have absolutely no idea where it's going to go. But it seems unlikely to be terribly negative, anyway.

Gots to get to my morning conference call with the folks in Pakistan, so I'll post this. Mebbe more later.