Author: Stacy Horn

It’s that time of year. Next week I’m going to wash down every inch of this apartment. Soon this place will be sparkling!

I’m meeting with my new editor today. It’s our first meeting since I got the contract. Nervous! But I think it will be okay. She already said the book is going in the right direction, so hopefully this will be a fine-tuning sort of meeting. More of this, less of this.

I took this right on the corner of Perry and Bleecker, this is a Ralph Lauren store. I think! My mind just did one of those, “Wait, is it a Ralph Lauren store?” second-guess kind of things.

Halloween is over and holiday decorations are going up.

It’s like he’s saying, “Go away. I’m not speaking to you yet.” I’m sorry little (VERY BIG) guy. Would a little catnip make it all better?

Outcome/Finney: No weight lost.
Outcome/Me: Not wet. Turns out I can carry a cat and an umbrella at the same time.

I just spent ten minutes searching for a relatively recent picture to crop and put up as my new Twitter picture. I wanted something where you could see me more. This is the result. Hmm. Screw it. I’m just leaving what’s up there. Who cares.

Morning! Finney has to go to the vet for blood work this morning. Soon I will be outed as the total get-that-cat-thinner failure that I am. I will also be getting wet because I’ve never managed the how to carry an immense cat and hold an umbrella at the same time thing. Good thing the vet is only a few blocks away. And no one will be sitting outside at cafes, watching me struggle by.

I liked Cuomo’s acceptance speech. It made me happy. I’m safe here.

Here’s my little tubbette. I’m dreading speaking to the vet, because I have not managed to bring his weight down at all. I’ve done everything. Found lower calorie food, AND I’m feeding him less of it. I could try to exercise him more.

I was so scared, because they changed the voting method and what if I was no good at it? First we took our ballot into a little booth, photographed below. That’s my actual filled-out ballot. You could zoom in and see who I voted for. (Cuomo. He’s cuter. Yeah, sue me.) (Okay, that isn’t the real reason I voted for him.) (I think I mostly voted for him because it’s as close as I’m going to get to getting Mario back.) (No really, I think he’ll do a good job.) (But the thing about his dad is a little true.) (As is the thing about him being cute.)

Then you went to the other side of the room and scanned it in. They wouldn’t let me take a picture of the scanner without first getting permission from someone who wasn’t there.