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Yesterday I filled out and sent off a five-page adoption application to a shelter in Randolph, for a cat that Petfinder says is in South Weymouth. She's currently being called Princess, but if she comes here she's being called Quirk, and I'm sorely tempted to spell it ? because she's cross-eyed and both eyes point up and in, so she looks like she's perpetually confused. But I suspect spelling it ? would give the vet's computer systems fits. Anyway, Petfinder says she's about three years old and loves other cats, and the pictures made me giggle. The worst that can happen is what's already happening, in which I send applications into the void and hear nothing. I called the Gifford shelter yesterday too, and left voicemail asking them to let me know how long I should expect to be glued to my email for. No answer, of course.

I got distracted by late November sucking diseased donkeys and forgot that a book I was waiting for came out in November. So while I was buying a calendar before my haircut on Sunday, I bought the book too. It's the last book in R.F. Kuang's Poppy War trilogy, and it's been long enough since I read the second one that I forgot what went on in it. Fortunately I don't need to re-read the second one right now to get the general idea.

Caffeine is not an adequate substitute for work-related motivation today. I have things I need to do, I just have no desire to do them.