As if you didn't see it coming.

The Ranch was okay. Not as bad as I expected activity-wise, but that's mostly because I can always keep myself occupied by knitting and reading, and now that I have a book (a good book) that claims it can teach me to play the guitar, I shouldn't have trouble filling in the gaps in College Station. On a sad, sad note - Last night I actually spent about 30 minutes at Wal-Mart picking out cat collars as a Christmas gift to Andy, Callie, John Paul, Saavik, and Angel. If that's not a sad prelude to the rest of my cat-lady life, I don't know what is.