At 17:21, the tabby cat suddenly developed a pathological fear of my TiVo remote control. The cat stood in the middle of the great room, staring intently at the remote where it lay on the arm of a chair, and then she hissed and rushed the remote, batting it off the chair and onto the floor. Then the cat ran the other direction to the kitchen as if her tail were on fire, and when I picked up the remote, she hissed again from her new vantage point under the kitchen table.
Since then she's been unwilling to approach the TiVo remote without raising her hackles and growling in that squeamishly determined way of most young cats who are still finding their "I'm ominous. Really I am!" instincts.
Spent a few hours last night at a couple of bars (Tavernacle and a little dive bar called "Cheers to You" in downtown SLC) with my friend John, and tonight with John and his brother Phil—I've known both of them for nearly 15 years now, damn!—at John's apartment in Heber City.
A bit chilly up there, 'twas. And their Arby's offers incredibly speedy service, even though it does help to be the only customers in the store.
John and Phil are both major Star Trek: The Next Generation geeks, so many times we watch an episode or two of the series on DVD while we're hanging out. Tonight I found out, while we played cards and watched the "Ethics" episode in which Worf's back is broken and he ends up getting a spine transplant, that Caroline Kava, the gonzo doctor in this episode, bears a passing resemblance to an actress (!) in the porn flick "Taboo 2."
The felines' colds continue, though they are both breathing a little more easily. They're also sleeping a lot more in the daytime, so they reserve all their "Let's dance on Don's cranium!" energy for the 03:00 hour, the better to roust me from sound sleep.
I actually wore a long-sleeve shirt tonight. The KSL-TV weather dude helpfully informed me on my drive home this afternoon that last night was the coldest it's been in 145 days, and tonight would be colder still, so I figured I'd be prudent and dress accordingly.
Naturally I was hotter than hell all night.
On my way home from Heber City I came down Foothill Drive to 500 South by the University of Utah and was stopped for about 10 minutes by an improperly configured UTA TRAX (light rail) crossing. The arms were down even though the last train had been by God only knows how much earlier.
I was on the phone with 411 trying to find a 24-hour number to report the problem to UTA when one of their trucks magically appeared in the Rice-Eccles Stadium parking lot (the crossing and the TRAX station occupy the western edge of the lot), and a minute or so later up went the arms and we were all on our way.
If you have a chance, I recommend getting your hands on a copy of "Taboo 2" solely for the hysterically inane theme song.