Too cute for words...

...they are. They're to the pounce-and-bite stage. I, on the other hand, am at the zombie stage. But then so was everyone else at school today, so it wasn't just me. Must be a function of gravity or the earth's tilt or the great suck of political oxygen or the burden of bureaucracy.

(They all have ridiculously clever names, too.)

I'm trying to figure out...

...why my motivation to communicate has taken a leave of absence. It couldn't possibly be that I need more time to marinate and for intake -- that's all I've done for the past several decades. How does one develop regularity, discipline, balance? I've let many things slip by without comment -- the anniversary of Madeleine's death, my own first blogiversary, the start of a new school year, my wonderful new students and their quirks and stories, POM's sister and her health saga, the missed opportunity for a blogger meet-up (hard when you're not being much of a blogger), the reappearance of some old friends (circa high school), this crazy-daisy election, progress on these adorable kittens. Guess I won't want for topics in the year to come.

I've missed it. I've missed you all.

Madame X and LittleKitty (who hates the kittens, btw), grading, of course

The whole gang

Looking for escape (and being cruelly outsmarted by the basket!)

Hey! We're hungry in here! Mamahhhhhhhhhhh!