Tonight we ate some pesto from a fun Sunday in September, did some work, and talked to Robin quickly. She was at MSP getting ready to fly south for a raucus football game at Neyland and a pretty notable weekend. Huh. Flying around the country to "watch football" - sounds like something I would do did.

The cats have been acclimating themselves according to the regimen we've layed out. From yesterday their foods have been on opposite sides of the same closed door, so when one eats the other can hear and eats too, supposedly getting them to associate the smell of the other with the joys of eating. Why you'd find joy in cold turkey giblets I don't know, but at the rate the growling and hissing has subsided I'm thinking they could be best friends in a few weeks.