Insomnia, hah!

I used to suffer from early morning insomnia. Not anymore. Now I have a baby skunk who thinks that 6:30 is the proper time to be awake. After all, that’s breakfast time. Even on Saturdays.


But he’s awfully cute. Last night, we had a discussion about who owns the remote:

Tonight Matthew and I have tickets to see “Comedy of Errors” at the Shakespeare Tavern. The idea was to keep Hobkin awake all day so that he’d be konked out tonight. Have you ever tried waking up a skunk who’s determined to be asleep? It’s like handling a rag-plushie.

Sigh. Anyone know a skunk sitter? Heh.

Wonder how Hobkin would look in a coin belt . . .

New belly dance class session starts tonight. Been on a couple week hiatus. Summers are more laid back for everyone, apparently. I must say my enthusiasm is a bit down for it right now. I’d rather stay home and play/bond with Hobkin, but it’ll be good for me to get moving and shimmying again, I suppose.

But it’s awfully hard leaving this for several hours:

Writing and Hobkin pix

Cranked out 1000 words on the “new” story. Ratio of caffeine to words: 3 cups of coffee per 1000 words. At this rate, I’ll be hopelessly addicted by the time I finish anything else. I’m beginning to see why so many artists are drug addicts or drunkards.

AT&T finally fixed their FTP server problems and I was able to update my Hobkin pages. Here’s some new pix of him at ten weeks old:

Matthew and Hobkin napping on the couch:
Matthew and Hobkin asleep

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Vets good. AT&T bad.

We took Hobkin to his first vet visit yesterday. He got his booster shot, weighed, his temperature taken, and his teeth looked at.

1. The vet’s good, but then we knew he’d be good with skunks. It’s such a relief finding a really good vet when you’ve got a pet that isn’t a cat or a dog. We went through like a dozen vets before finding Dr. Welle for our ferrets, and then of course, we moved three states away from him.
2. We got to see Debbie, who’s a vet assistant there and the owner of Fantasia, the skunk who introduced us to skunks as pets at Fantasm. She rocks. Even if the vet had come in, looked at Hobkin, and said “Hey folks, that’s the funniest lookin’ cat I’ve ever seen” I’d still go to this vet ’cause of the wealth of knowledge and experience Debbie has.
3. Hobkin weighs 830 grams (approx 1.9 lbs, up from 1.4 lbs from a week ago), he’s teething intensely (which would explain why he just wants to sink his teeth into anything that moves when he plays–ouch), and he didn’t have a reaction from the vaccine (hurray).

He was extremely well behaved. I was very proud of him.

I’ve got some adorable pix of Hobkin as a 10-week old, but I can’t upload them! The AT&T broadband FTP server is down and has been all fucking week. I’ve IMed to complain to them twice and the useless support staff haven’t been able to provide me with so much as an ETA for when it’ll get fixed. “The problem ticket’s open and it says they’re working on it, but that’s all the information I’ve got,” they say. Grrr. I pay AT&T major ducets every month to provide me with a full array of ISP services. Ticks me off to no end when they don’t hold up their end of the bargain yet still expect me to pay full price. Bad AT&T. No biscuit.

Shiftwork bad, Hobkin good

So today I get to come in late (yay) and work until ten (massive boo!) so that we can stagger the time we’re on the server to maximize our testing window. Stupid environment. Who ever heard of a system where if more than one person runs a job it crashes everyone? Fiasco city!

But I took some cute pictures of Hobkin:

Here’s Hobkin’s tummy, showing off his swirl and chip markings.

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