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This round of jet lag, while not as inconvenient as some, appears to be stubborn. I keep waking up earlier than I really want to. But it gives me an excuse to wake up the Hairy Beasts, because I object to being slept at if I can't sleep when I should be. And I get Purred At.

I can't quite believe it's going to be July next Friday. I do know where June went, but I was expecting there to be more of it.

Memo to self: feeding the Wednesday meeting every goddamn Wednesday, and paying for it myself most of the time due to office credit card issues, makes me unhappy. Therefore I eat way too much of whatever it is I'm feeding the Wednesday meeting. Yesterday it was pizza and I ate three slices and was too full and very thirsty all afternoon. So don't do that. The Wednesday meetings will only run through mid-August at the latest, so there's an end in sight, but it can't come soon enough. (At the end will be ice cream, which will be new, different and celebratory because we'll have ironed out most of the huge lumps from the year 2 courses. We all agreed on that last month.) When found, make a note on, so I did. Now I have to figure out what to do about it, and do whatever it is.

I don't know what Lily had in mind at bedtime last night, but she tried to jump from the bedroom floor to the top of the bureau, couldn't get there, but stuck a foot up and snagged Grandpa's socks and flung them on the floor. Snip and I both thought she was crazy. She thought she was a Mighty Huntress. I confiscated the socks.

Cirque du Soleil on Sunday. Hooray!