The wife and I got a cat. I cant stand the way people think animals are disposable and can just be tossed aside if they become a nuisance. There was an entire dramatic episode that led up to this adoption, but since I am very anti-drama I will just leave it at "people can be jerks". Anyway the cat is doing great, and is bouncing all over our apartment exploring everything. I like having a little fur ball running around.
In other news I just had a birthday. I dont know why but Im having this urge to nest. Im a bit concerned that some sort of biological shift has happened with "old age" and my days of dreaming of being an artistic nomad have faded. I keep looking at houses and thinking it would be great to have a small house to fix up and make interesting. Years ago I would have balked at the idea of even getting married, let alone settling down in a house. I love New York city, but my youthful dreams of living there seem less and less appealing when compared with a quite house somewhere outside of Pullman or Moscow.
