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I suspect that in May and June, central Kentucky is probably the most beautiful place on earth. (October is usually lovely, too). It also has the highest pollen count in the world during May and June. I guess you can't have everything.

I don't like cats. Martin loves cats. I just spent most of the day going with him to adopt a new cat. Since we need an outdoor cat, we had to get an older one. Came home with a brown tabby male. Had lived in the shelter all his life (he's a year old), and was clearly terrified at doing anything different. So Martin set up a litter box, food and water in the other room in his cabin (not his bedroom), took him out of the cage and put him on the litter box, and went outside to put away the mower and gas cans before leaving for rehearsal. When he went back in, the cat was (and is) nowhere to be found. He is either so freaked out that he's hiding somewhere in the cabin where Martin can't find him, OR he managed to slip out unnoticed when Martin opened the door.

So Martin is distraught. He asked me how likely it is that we'll find him. I said that, if he's hiding in the cabin, it's 100% certain we'll find him. If he got out, who knows...

I am really, really, REALLY tired of being a grown-up.

So there...