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Snip's favorite puffball went missing for a couple of weeks, but now seems to be back again. She's very happy about this, because she can resume killing it and then carrying it around while bellowing at the top of her lungs about having killed it. The whole process is very cute, but I want to know how she can produce so much noise with her mouth full. Add it to the list of things I don't understand about this cat. (She managed to mail her second favorite puffball to New Hampshire last spring, by dropping it into a box of books which I took off to the post office without checking the contents. I got an email later saying "Did you mean to send me a puffball?", to which I replied "No, but apparently Snip did.")

The Great Breakfast Quest continues. This week it was Trader Joe's granola bars, which were pretty good at not making me hungry by 11:30 but also probably contain entirely too much sugar. On to the next thing, whatever that is. At least this weekend I have an extra day to come up with something.

This year my tax refund is entirely mad money, and isn't earmarked for anything. I think I'm finally going to let myself buy a sculpture I've been ogling on Etsy for ages.