Weather: overcast with showers

Reading: Ghost Counrty, Sarah Paretsky (almost done. She introduced some magic over halfway through the book, which breaks the rules of fantasy. It stretched credulity before that, too, with the treatment of the princesses -- they are not real princesses, but the role is the same.) This is the third book with antichrists in it that I have read in the last month. None of them did I entirely expect to find any in.

Listening to in the car: Ladder of Years, Anne Tyler. I went back to listening yesterday after a break where I listened only to my own head in the car. My thoughts continue loud, but not as loud.

They escaped.

Gregg propped the milk crate against the plexiglass to keep them in their room, and they pushed it over. They had to work together to do this, I am sure. Teamwork is not unheard of among these rowdy three, but it might happen more often now that they see the good outcome.

I do let them out to play at large in the house, of course, but I wasn't prepared for it this morning. The bedroom and office doors were open. The hall closet was open. The bedroom closet was open -- they are usually not allowed in there without close supervision for a romp on/in the bed with a human or two. Heck, they aren't allowed anywhere outside their room without supervision.

I had gone outside to tell Gregg, who was just leaving for work, the cute thing Tazo did, and left the door open. Maui dashed out when I did and I told her to get back in there. She ran out as if she was supposed to go outside. Or as if she was chasing something.

The first clue I had that they might be out on their own was the furry presence on my foot while I was brushing my teeth. Sally is very sociable and greets everyone upon every emergence. I looked around and saw a white streak that was Sebastian. I did not see Tazo.

I went around a closed doors after brief inspections of each space and trolled for Tazo Bear. No sight of her. I stuffed the other two in the bathroom and continued the search outside, standing in the wet grass in my bare feet and night clothes, calling. LIek that would really do any good. Tazo knows her name, but doesn't give a shit.

I went back in and called Gregg. He said he was watching and didn't see her when we were outside. SHe would have had to slip out very fast to elude me and Gregg and the dog. Of course, I had shooed Maui back in and so she wouldn't have had a chance to bring her to ground.

TO make a long story short (have you ever noticed that whenever someone says that, it's too late?) I located Tazo on my second sweep of the rooms with noe closed doors. She was a brown streak in the bedroom as I searched the master bathroom. I don't know what she got into, but Gregg's snorkel, her favorite naughty theft, was together.

I played chase with them for awhile, and ferret bowling, and dropped them over the barrier again. This time it has their food bucket blocking the plexiglas. And a tool box on top of that. Gregg is going to put up the wooden tracks that'll be the holder for the barrier soon. That'll be good. The food bucket wil gradually become emptier and lighter.

I told the people at the pet store that they needed to carry ferret stuff, and they listened to me and got some, and I critiqued their food collection, and they got in the good stuff for us. I bought some, of course. They haven't got in yet the barrel bed I wanted, though, and I don't know whether they will. There is some confusion as to the size I want. They think the size they have is the one I want and I think the manufacturer was making a smaller one. I exchanged email with them, but have misplaced it. Oh well. I don't have alot of money to sqwuander anyway. They have a lot of stuff to sleep in, but this barrel bed is so cute.

My head is not working right yet. Still getting headaches, still feeling light-headed, still forgetting things, like people's names, still having loud thoughts and stuck songs. I was seeing people that were not there week before last, but didn't mention it to anyone until just now as it tends to make people nervous. My right eyelid, inner corner, twitches when I am stressing my eyes some. Like when I'm tired and reading anyway, or driving in bright sunlight. Then SUnday I was having facial pain on the right side. I've had that off and on before, but it was more this time. It's fine now.

I see Dr. Shrink Friday. I don't want to go cuz I think he can't do anything except push more dope. And his office some 5 miles beyoind the place where I work so it is only relatively conveninet if I am working and go there from there. We have Friday off, a thing the current president did, letting federal employees offf for the day to honor the memory of recently-deceased former president Reagan. I liked Mr. Reagan. He did a lot for the American people, including teaching us that ketchup was a vegetable, a thing I would not have suspected otherwise. Well, mnaybe from the school lunch program I would have known that.

I ran out of magnesium a month or so ago, so that might have something to do with these neuological things. I got a new batch of vitamins and minerals yesterday from Oldest Kid, who is a pill pusher. I ought to make an appt with my PCP, too, to gripe about this stuff.