The cat isn't eating leftovers or anything else this evening. She's going into the shop in the morning for a tune up (okay, in to see the vet to have a bad tooth pulled, poor baby!), and isn't supposed to have anything to eat from 6 pm on. Fortunately I got her to eat a pretty good meal before the time limit, but she's clearly puzzled by the mysterious absence of the food dish. I'm expecting that we'll hear a lot of loud Siamese complaints overnight. At the moment, she's been distracted by toasting in front of the woodstove with my husband, which seems quite pleasurable for both of them.
And I'm finishing up a class project and (dare I say it?) writing just a bit of fic. Assuming I don't fall asleep first. There are certain hazards attached to drinking alcohol with dinner when you get up before 6 am.
And only two more work days left in the week. :) :) :) I can hardly wait! (It's the US Thanksgiving holiday- a four day weekend.)