Sadly there was one that showed up so I have to go back Friday to endure the sound of a drill and smell my own smoking bone. Boo. On the plus side, while they're going after that one they're going to pull out my remaining silver/mercury fillings and make all my teeth nice and white again. Shiny.
Continuing along with the vein of regular checkups I took Beowulf to the vet today for his yearly shots. He was a very good boy and charmed both the vet and the tech. What can I say, I have a most superior cat.
Work has been tedious. We are *this* close to finishing so the animation team has been told to play the game and look for things to polish. After a while this gets dull and boring, especially for me, the non gamer.
We also have some high up mucky mucks from the publisher here this week so there is much looking busy. Boo.
My table is really, really, really pretty. I can't wait to put the final wax coat on and put it all back together and start drawing on it. I expect many good stories to come from it.
I can't help but keep wondering about the craftsman who built it in the first place. Who was he? Why did he build it? What did he use it for? Why did he leave it behind? Mysteries, mysteries.
I think the same thing about Wulfie. He was 2 years old when I got him and I wonder about his life before me. Who played with him when he was a kitten? Where did he live? What sort of people owned him? I do have to tell myself that I am a better pet owner since with me he is chipped and fixed and loved and not lost.