Ok, so where were we?
Ahem.
Most importantly, I have new boots. They are cute, and only vaguely in an LARP-y sort of way 
I would write about Lucy’s recovery but honestly, it’s just like having the pre-surgery Lucy home only with some chest scars and serious residual tape goo. She is up and out of bed (although she has discovered the glory of pajamas all day), eating regularly, reading like a fiend, making stuff, and generally giving her father and me a hard time. I don’t know what I expected post-surgery, but I didn’t realize she would be so quick to seem…normal. Still not allowed to go where there are large numbers of people (which is pretty much everywhere ’round these parts) but she’s otherwise the Same Old Lucy. Which is awesome, even when she’s copping an attitude (but don’t tell her that.)
We are also doing lots of spider-watching as Ruby is just about the coolest thing ever. She has been digging up her molted skin and reburying it, changing her burrow around, and generally being completely fascinating. If you’re looking for any one of us, there’s a good chance we’re nose-to-glass at the vivarium. Still no news on whether Ruby is indeed a She, but as I’m reading up on tarantula-sexing this morning I’m not sure that we’ll conclusively know any time soon. Which really doesn’t matter in the long run, but I’m a detail-oriented sort of gal so you know…
Midterms. Ugh.
Words. Ugh.
That is all.
