2008-12-04 - 4:27 p.m.
"Can you come here and zip me up?"She's coming out of her house all bundled up with snowboots and pants and a scarf and a hat and gloves and two jackets. I'm wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweater. It's 2:30 in the morning and her cat has been lost for three days now, so whenever she gets off work she wanders around the places near her house looking for the little thing. It's pretty gosh-darned cold out. For an hour and a half we're out there, and every once in a while we find some kitty tracks and follow them to wherever they might lead.
"Sorry, we're not trying to break into your house, we're nice people really, we just lost a cat."
It's around four when we get back to her house, and around six when we finally fall asleep.