And the wind, she changes...

And after a long spell, the world starts to right itself.

Or at least, my personal version of it does...

All the cats are motoring around (still), including Miss Pippi, who gets thinner but purrs and eats... and for now, is stable. Although, she's still hell on my shirts (both cat fur and her insistance on climbing me to perch on my shoulder)...

I have two new roommates; and I like them. The other guy in the basement is a little grumpy, but he means well and isn't a PROBLEM. *unlike she who is GONE*

And... I got an offer lettre. I start shortly; we will see how I do... (it's graveyard shift, but wth).

Now, I just have to stave off the creditors until the next check comes in.

Perhaps...

The holidays (XMAS) in Portland, Oregon

Well, I've finally arrived.
Monday I started out at 4am, a friend picked me up and took me to the fly-away bus. (Getting someone to get up that early -- 3 am -- means that they really are your friend). Take bus to LAX, flight on Delta to Salt Lake, get stuck because the connecting flight isn't going to Portland; much hours later... come back to LA, sans luggage...

Confer with my sister in the morning (next day); get on a flight out of Burbank (Southwest) to Sacremento. **Thanks to my sister and her determined friend, Susi(?).** Hang around SAC for a while, connecting flight is late... but still going... and get into Portland airport around 8 pm; only with my carry on(s) because the checked item still hasn't made it out of whereever... get on blue train because red-line isn't running... a frozen track switch prevents transit to Beavertion; so I get to the closest destination (where my sister is waiting! Yay), around 11pm.
Today, I checked my luggage status, and according to the Delta website, it's *found* but "enroute". That means what, exactly? (sigh) That's most of my clothes, my shaving kit, and the gifts.

but, I'm here... I'm safe (and it's a VERY white christmas).