Speaking of Penguins....

Since the weather has decided that we are not actually in summer, I have decided that I do not need to limit myself to summer clothes. And so I am wearing my bright red socks covered with glittery penguins playing winter sports. If July has a problem with this, she can darn well stop pretending to be February.

Oh, well. If I have to be stuck in miserable grey weather, at least the clinic I'm working at just happens to be fostering a litter of kittens. Being able to spend my time between appointments being romped over by half a dozen tiny balls of black and white fluff almost makes up for the bleakness of the outside world.

Almost. I have the sneaking suspicion that the headache behind my eyes that set in a week or so ago and hasn't ever quite vanished will only be cured by the reappearance of the sun for more than an hour at a time, but... such is life. No sun here, and no time or money to go somewhere that *is* sunny.

'Scuse me, I need to go snoodle the kittens again.