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Monday, July 1, 2002: Walking the cat

I was sitting at my desk this morning at about 7:30, and I looked out the window and saw a guy walking down the sidewalk with a cat trotting along behind him. At first I thought it was just random--a guy, and then a cat, but then the guy turned around and said something to the cat, and the cat sped up until it was right beside him, and they walked on. I imagine the guy said something like, "Come on, let's go," or "Try to keep up!" or, I don't know, "Let's go, we don't have all day!"

The guy looked like he was carrying a bottle of beer--at least it looked like a brown, beer-shaped bottle. So, I don't know. 7:30 in the morning. Maybe I was hallucinating.

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We had another cat story take place late last week.

Pyewacket generally sleeps curled up in Bob's armpit, or draped across his throat, or in the middle between us. Something apparently happened in the middle of the night Thursday night; we think she must have been in the armpit position and something startled her, either a noise outside, or maybe Bob kind of rolled over on her (although he never does), or maybe she was having a dream.

Anyway, she startled out of sleep and must have done that kind of "getting traction" kind of thing--on the inside of Bob's upper arm. He's got eight deep scratches about three to four inches long on the inside of his arm, and one short one right in the middle of his forehead, between his eyes. We both must have been sleeping really deeply, because I don't even remember it happening at all, and he said that although he (of course) woke up immediately, in pain, he went right back to sleep.

The next morning he showed it to me, and I cleaned it with Bactine and told him to pay attention to it in case it got infected, but it seems to be okay. He should have an interesting set of scars, though.

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I've been working in the new version of Flash at work--Flash MX--and I had to upgrade my OS to 9.1 for it to work, so on Friday night I decided to do that at home, too. It's not a huge deal, really, but kind of scary, kind of like upgrading from one Windows version to another.

I burned a couple of CDs with my client's files and some software installers, then downloaded the new OS and ran it, then, just as Bob and his friend Donald, who had been out to dinner together, came in the front door, the machine crashed.

Donald, who is a computer consultant, said something like, "Oh, having problems?" and I told them what had happened, and said, "God knows what's going to happen now . . ."

It was fine, and it was just as well (and maybe the reason for the crash), because I'd forgotten to turn off the extensions. So I did that, then ran the installer again, and, I don't know, restarted a couple of times, turned extensions on and off, restarted a few more times, got a couple of software error messages, had to go download a new driver for my trackball, restarted again . . . Then I downloaded the Flash MX trial, which was the whole point of this exercise, and installed it, and then went to bed.

I'm sure I'll keep finding little things that don't work quite right, although everything seemed to be okay until this morning, when my Visor wouldn't sync--I got an error message that I didn't have the "right software." I didn't have time this morning, what with speculating about the guy walking the cat and everything, to try to figure it out; I'm hoping it's just a USB extension or something that isn't turned on. I remember it was quite a pain the first time getting the hot sync software to work, I'm not really looking forward to doing it a second time.

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