(Warning: If you have little patience for typical diary-like blog entries, skip this one.) My kittens are currently at the vet, prepping for their cute little furry hysterectomies. I had to drop them off before 8:30, so I had plenty of time to go and vote before work. My ward's polling place is in the gathering room of a local senior citizen apartment complex, so the lobby is always staffed by oldsters selling banana bread and coffee, which I appreciate. Election Day seems to be a highlight of their year, because there are people greeting you at every step.
Other news: I found a tiny kitten tooth in Hambone's fur on Sunday. Her adult-cat fangs are coming in and they are adorable. I took some flash photos of her mouth, because I am crazy.
Also, I have been pre-approved for a mortgage, for the amount I had figured on. I'm still not sure buying is the right thing for me to do. There are two people who work in my section of the office who bought houses as single people, and I want to talk to them about their experiences. I think one of them eventually sold his because he felt isolated. But I would like to have a little place to call my own, with enough space for my things. Not a ton, just 1000 sq. feet or so.