Also, argh for logging in at the wrong point and inadvertently posting this comment twice. :(

It actually wasn't that bad! It hurt mostly after I pulled out the staple. #fingerhole

"One time I was playing with a stapler and stapled my own finger. I could see the end of the staple underneath my fingernail! It didn't hurt that much, though." - me, twenty years after said event, panicking as I noticed I was being flirted with.

I read this as "captain's logs" as in Star Trek, and the inherent confusion of going back and forth through the calendar.

"Captain's log, supplemental. It is now Thursday when yesterday it was Friday. We obviously need to make contact with Q."

I just want to agree with you that going east to west has been much easier (for me) than going west to east. No idea why. Maybe because I just get up ridiculously early in the morning for a day or two? Regardless, I would choose a 6-hour time difference east-west than a 3-hour difference west-east. Ugh, bodies.

I always thought a papasan chair was the ideal reading chair until I got one and...nope. Affordable and very conducive to curling up (both important!) but the back support in that position was disappointingly abysmal. I have yet to find my perfect reading chair.

So sorry to hear about Eliza. To echo what many have said, she sounds like a lovely beastie.

About 15 years ago my roommate/best friend adopted two male Tuxedo cats, one a kitten and the other 2-4 years old. She dubbed the kitten Spencer (or, more often, Zzzzzzzbenzzzer) and the older cat Melinko. Spencer was a tiny ball of fluff and Melinko scared me, and anyone who knows us both wouldn't be surprised to hear that Spencer became "mine" and Melinko was hers, and each would take it upon themselves to comfort their human when required.

Spencer was a typical kitten (e.g.: a handful) and one of his most charming kitten qualities was to get his claws caught on the carpeted stairs in our apartment, such that we came home from class one day and found him asleep with his paws above his head, stuck to the stair above him. Melinko regularly skulked around plotting his escape, had an irrational fear of dinner plates, and I used to cringe when he walked across my lap because he had 6-7 claws on each paw and took pride in never fully retracting them.

At any rate, we would often return home from class and find something destroyed, such as a toilet paper roll or a plastic bag. We attributed it to Spencer and the term "Spencified" was born. Things often got Spencified, or "there was some serious Spencification in the living room when I got home earlier." Until one day when we came in the door at the same time only to find Melinko tearing a paper towel roll to bits with Spencer watching from a distance. I kid you not, we wouldn't have believed it without seeing it. Poor Spencer taking the fall all those months!

Melinko passed away a few years ago but Spencer is still alive and kicking and, even though he grew to be the larger of the two cats, always got stuck with the smaller box when there were two to sit in.

PLEASE say you have a a video of said Nyan Cat dance!!