KIttens, Computers, Smoke

I shut a kitten's head in the fridge door yesterday. By accident. The kitten's doing well now (I really thought I'd killed her), a day later, but oh god, that was awful.

Now I think I know what I looked like when I fell, then cried, in San Francisco.

Computer was karked all of yesterday. Ribs still hurt.

I'm glad the week is almost over. I love the rain, but something's been slodgy about the whole week.

I caught a fire in security Siberia. Something previously burned reignited. I put it out (even though I'm not supposed to, and am not qualified in fire control as I protested to the client). I got a big snootful of hot, rank smoke. Not hard enough to breathe right now, no. Let's add some toasty acrid smoke to the pulmonary system! If I hadn't caught it, it could have reignited and set other piles of things, then the wood-framed office building, on fire too.

I have, as of today, heard nothing about this. As I say to people I hold the door for who breeze through with a sense of entitlement to replace manners and eye contact: "You're welcome!"