Smokey is putting up with living with a kitten relatively well, but doesn't exactly help matters by running through the living room from the front door to the back door at full speed -- which only encourages Mr. C to chase him. I'm grateful that Smokey hasn't held down Mr. C with one paw (which he could easily do), but I do wish a little he'd stand his ground. Maybe this is some complicated cat game, but I don't think so.
School at the university starts soon. Accordingly, someone has parked in a stall they shouldn't and now a tow truck is next to me setting off a Honda's car alarm as they pull it away. I never realized how quickly a tow truck attendant could get into a car to release the parking break (I'm assuming the car was locked). Parking here is always a pain; they don't give folks assigned stalls, they give them a hunting license.
Writing: I'm closing in on the ending of a Venus short story and should have the manuscript Wordos-ready by this afternoon. Then it's on to the second Venus short story which is about 2/3rds written.
Working Out: Went to the gym Wednesday afternoon. 22 minutes and 220 calories on the eliptical (with story critiquing); 3X12X60lbs on the pec fly; 3X12X80lbs on the lat pull-down; 3X12 hanging curl-ups; 3X8 oblique side-curls; and 12 combo curlup-overhead-reverse-tricep curl thing before I had to leave and get ready to deliver The Child to piano practice.