joyce

There is apparently a hole in the kickboard between the stove and the sink. It's not the kind of thing you'd notice unless you're a couple inches off the ground, like, oh, a 9 or 10 week old kitten. You know, the space under there is probably just underneath the cupboards and doesn't go anywhere, and I'm sure she was in and out of there half a dozen times yesterday while we were at work/school, but that didn't make me panic any less when I saw her hind end disappearing underneath the counter.

Luckily, having seen them swarm over half a can of wet food the other day, I figured that would do the trick, and it did. I waved the other half of the can in front of the hole, and she came right out. The hole and the matching one on the other side have blankets stuffed in them until we rig up something more permanent.

I cannot imagine having kids.

I went home between class and work. Totally worth the transit time. I feel a lot peppier than I normally do during work. 13 hour days are bad for the Joyce. Multiple 13 hour days, really bad.

I got back a test today that I thought I'd totally flubbed up. 85. I can handle that. And a 100 on my Islam quiz, though at this point, I shouldn't get anything else (since he gives us the questions before hand.)