So, this was the last "odd day" till 1-1-3111. The last even day was 8-8-888 and the next will be 2-2-2000.

I know what makes Rich tick. All you other women, envy me. It's the Iodine-131, the Killer Pill, the Pill of Death, tick-tick-tick. He took it this morning. It's too soon to tell if it's working, but things around here are much more hopeful anyway. The entry title is, of course, a song from Bye Bye Birdie, and what happened before he marched off to the hospital for the magic pill (delivered in a titanium container, with lead-suits everywhere!) Now I'm into a different bedroom, and we wave at each other for a few days, wash his plates and silverware separately (ha. I figure if the nasty particles aren't gone with the dishwasher, tough. More to the point, are we contributing to glowing fish in the Rivers? I will wash his bedding separately next week, but I really am not in a panic about turning blue and three-eyed in the next few years.)

He actually was interested in seeing Sleepy Hollow. This is a bit unusual, as most movies leave him cold. Rather than expose the masses to possible radioactivity, however, he stayed home while I went to the movie.
I really enjoyed it, even though horror is not my genre of choice. I had to check, afterwards, though, to be sure that the Disney version was the one Washington Irving wrote! The additions were really good. I liked Sleepy Hollow, which village was entirely built on an English sound stage. Johnny Depp is a great Ichabod Crane.

Yesterday I moved most of my houseplants in for the winter. I don't think the bromeliads had a hitchhiking tree frog, but I guess I'll know for sure in the spring. It was nice to get the porch cleared enough to put the glider back onto it. Those Bad Kitties (tm. Kymm) are fascinated with the spider plant, and it's probably not long for this world. What Crombie has done to the formerly thriving Christmas cactus doesn't bear thinking about. Not satisfied with this, they jumped up next to the ship model and tried to sink it, apparently. It came off the stand halfway but fortunately didn't crash to the ground, and nothing is broken. Argh. This is the scale model of Old Ironsides made from the original blueprints for my grandfather.

This kitty is behaving better! I waste a lot of time watching him.

It was raining today. Crombie squeezed out the door when Rich came home and immediately zipped around the house to the mulberry tree. I went out in back to call her, and she was miserably up the tree and told me in no uncertain terms "it's GHASTLY out here!" I'm sure once all the leaves are down, she'll be even less thrilled with it. Fitch wouldn't dream of heading out into that nasty outdoors.

Can it be, the radiation instantly made him smarter?