Where is it written that a boy may not marry a cat?

We have returned, to a lovely gray misty-moisty day (yesterday) and my wyverary having sold (eep! forgot to close etsy shop while offline!) and a brain-numbing cold for me, and a weather forecast of rising temperatures through early next week. grauwulf is cutting a hole in the ceiling (and, er, dropping bits of it on himself?) so that we can put insulation into the attic before it gets up to 100. I would be helping, but the backs of my eyes/sinuses/back of throat hurt and somehow this means I'm not capable of thinking in realtime at present. Or perhaps I think in bursts of one minute and take the next five off. It is rather difficult to tell.

At any rate, I've mailed out the things that need to leave the house, and so it's only the DOA contest I'm still working towards. Or ignoring, if truth be told, but since I don't get to post about it online until after the voting, it makes little difference here. And unpacking, and a million years of laundry, and... ok, maybe I should go make some dinner now.