Note to self: coffee after a luscious Italian meal in the evening is bad. It’s past two in the morning and I’m still awake. I’ll be dragging myself around the house tomorrow when I finally get up. (I wonder if I’ll be up by the time my father reads my blog?)

General holiday weekend updates:

The husband and I are miffed. Someone somewhere switched the weather that we had specifically requested, and that the weatherpersons had even confirmed. We were supposed to have sun with cloudy periods here this weekend. Instead, we’re getting cloud, and rain tomorrow (today? oh, drat). Not that weatherpersons have any sort of reliable record to their credit.

I had my hair cut on Friday after we got here, and as usual, my hair feels lighter and cleaner and it’s certainly bouncier than it ever gets at home. It’s the water; Oakville water is soft, as opposed to the hard stuff we get out of our taps in Montreal. Makes me want to fill jugs and jugs with it and bring it home, just to wash my hair.

Seamus O’Malley has finally decided we’re pretty darned okay after checking us out carefully without committing himself to actual interaction for twenty-four hours. Even though I helped give him a bath this afternoon, he ended up on my lap before dinner allowing my husband to scratch his head. He’s very intelligent, and absolutely beautiful and silky. He’s smaller than I expected; my parents were describing him as a full-grown cat size, so I was envisioning the bulk of an adult cat as well as the length. Seamus is actually more like a year-old cat in build (that long and lanky sort of look), although I can only imagine his ultimate size, since he’s a mere four months old! He appears quite mature in behaviour as well, and he’s quiet; I’ve only heard him meow once since we arrived. Apparently this is typical of Maine Coons.

Ye gods, it’s actually approaching three.

I did the embroidery on my costume this afternoon, and I’m simultaenously pleased and disappointed. The effect is great. Anyone who has ever embroidered is going to look at my work and turn up his/her nose. It’s not my best, that’s for sure. It was a tough call: do I go for the look with the least amount of effort?, or do I do it right every step of the way and invest even more time in this outfit? I’m getting near the “taking this too seriously” label when I look at the hours I’ve racked up, so I went for the look rather than the perfect needlework. I’m starting to get nervous about this costume now for a completely different reason. After all this work and planning and energy, am I going to enjoy it, or will I have invested too much in it for the return? I must finish it quickly and put it away so I can work myself back into a state of being plain ol’ excited about dressing up.

Arts and Letters Daily has had to pack up its toys and go home, alas, alas. I am deeply saddened. I loved A&LD; I could wander around it for hours and hours, waste lovely bushels of time, and still feel virtuous.

I am amazed at how awake I am. This is not good at all…