The weekend

I took a break from rescue stuff this weekend in a valiant attempt to get caught up on household crap.  But I dicked around in Ithaca all day Saturday, accomplishing exactly ZERO, so Sunday it was time to get to work.  I raked leaves and mowed the lawn and scrubbed the tub and put the gardens to bed and planted a bunch of bulbs.  I'm still not caught UP, but I'm CLOSER, and I even squeezed in a walk yesterday afternoon.

Georgia is reluctantly coming around to the idea that Dean Winchester maybe isn't the WORST kitty ever:

And Tinks elongates in the sunshine:

The leaves are gone off the trees now:

A few crabapples are still holding on:

The tall grasses haven't been weighed down by snow yet:

Somebody's been marking trees:

Look!  Can you spot the cheeepmonk?

There he is!

So I went to the allergist this morning ... AND YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!!

Haha, yeah, I will no longer click on those "... and you won't believe what happened next!" things, just on general principle.

But I DID go to an allergist this morning, on the recommendation of my GP, who is trying to figure out why my nose has been running for, oh, the past TWO YEARS or so.

Forty-two skin tests later, it turns out that I'm highly allergic to ragweed.

I'm also allergic to gerbils, dust mites, guinea pigs, dogs, horses, birch tree pollen ...

... and cats.

BECAUSE OF COURSE.

Now, before anybody has a cow, I am NOT re-homing my cats.  Nor will I stop fostering.  When I explained this to the allergist, she asked if I would be willing to at least keep the cats out of the bedroom.  When I told her no, not really, she decided that nasal-spray meds to control the symptoms would be the best place to start.  Followed by injections if necessary.

CATS.

OF COURSE I'M ALLERGIC TO CATS.

The size of the box vs. the size of the thing in the box

Sheesh.

Turnaround

On Saturday, the rescue did an adoption event at a local Tractor Supply.  We don't do same-day adoptions, but some of the kittens had pre-approved applications and were there to go to their new homes, and other kittens came along for the exposure.

Hey, guys, let's go on a road trip!

Taffy was adopted, and that little girl was just over the moon that she was going to have a kitten of her very own:

Gus was adopted, too!  He went to his new home with Blaizley, a one-eyed kitten from the rescue (that's Gus curled up in the woman's arms, there):

 On Sunday, their new folks sent me a picture - I'd say they're settling in just fine:

The rescue took lots more applications on other kittens and cats, which are in the process of being reviewed to make sure everybody goes to suitable homes.

But we had a little problem.  Since Gus and Taffy BOTH went home, that would leave little Georgia all alone at Foster Camp.  Hmmmm ... what to do ...

Meet Dean Winchester!  He came from another foster home, and he'll be staying at my place to keep Georgia company.  Georgia is more than a bit miffed that nobody asked HER about the whole thing, and she's been hissing and growling, but she did that when Taffy joined us, too, and calmed down after a day or two.

So!  On Saturday morning, the Foster Campers were Gus, Taffy and Georgia.  By Saturday night, the Campers were Georgia and Dean.  Big changes at Foster Camp!

'Tis the season ... for scams

About a year ago, I stopped in a little gift shop nearby to look around.  The owner gave me her card, and said that if I'd "friend" her on Facebook, she's send me posts about upcoming sales.  So I friended her, and every once in a while something from her would appear in my Facebook feed, and whatevs.

I was on Facebook the other day, and this post from her popped up:

"I need 6 ladies to participate.....this is going to be fun!

Are you interested in a Holiday Gift exchange?

It doesn't matter where you live - you are welcome to join. This includes ladies of any age to participate in a secret sister gift exchange. You only have to buy ONE gift valued at $10 or more and send it to one secret sister and you will receive 6-36 in return! Let me know if you are interested and I will send you the information! Please don't ask to participate if you are not willing to spend the $10. TIS THE SEASON! and its getting closer. COMMENT if You're in! 

For those of you who don't take the time to nurture your soul..... Here's the opportunity to do something for yourself and someone else!❤❤❤"



Hmmm, I thought.  You buy ONE gift, and you get 6 - 36 in return!  Sounds legit ... hahaha NOT.

A couple of people had already replied saying they were in, and so *I* commented with a link to the Snopes post about this scam ...

http://www.snopes.com/secret-sisters-gift-exchange/

... which explains how these types of deals are chain letters/pyramid schemes and are, therefore, illegal.

(Not to mention impossible ... How on earth is it possible to mail out ONE gift and get back between SIX and THIRTY-SIX?  It ain't ... unless you're on top of the pyramid, of course.)

I try to think the best of people.  I really do.  I assumed that she hadn't realized that she was promoting a shady-ass scam.  I figured she'd issue an embarrassed apology and pull the post.  

 Do you know what she did instead?  The dear woman DOUBLED DOWN.  OH YES SHE DID.

"Anyone that signs up to do this will receive a gift from me! Random Acts of Kindness!!!"

So NOW she was BRIBING people to enter into a pyramid scheme.  Somehow I don't think they teach this in Small Business 101 at the local community college.

So *I* replied:

"Chain letters and pyramid schemes are illegal. Only participate in this if you want to be gifted with a little jail time for Christmas."

 hahaha.  Here's the thing:  There was a time when I wouldn't have touched something like this with a ten-foot pole.  Shit-stirring really ain't my bag, honest.  But this woman was a local BUSINESS OWNER who was preying on her clientele, and it pissed me off.

and then she replied thusly:

 
"Thanks for negating the fun!"

Oh, honey, you are welcome.  YOU ARE SO WELCOME.

Hoarder

I have no idea why there's so much stuff in my fridge that I can't bear to throw away. Right now the list of oddments includes some bruised apples, several Laughing Cow cheese wedges that I am going to eat, oh, NEVER, and a single-serving pouch of pre-mixed Sangria (classy!) that's been there since Spring. I mean, it's not like I'm going to make a MEAL out of this stuff. Not unless the zombie apocalypse occurs within the next week or two, anyway.

I mean, if something goes moldy or stinky, of COURSE it gets the old heave-ho, but if it's not obviously "bad"?  Meh.  It can stay.  It's like I'm waiting for the stuff to leave of its own free will or something.  "Hey, buddy, I didn't ask you to go; you left on your own."  Yeeeah, now I'm getting passive-aggressive with the leftovers.

I posted about this on Facebook last night, and several people chimed in that they, too, had weird stuff lurking in the back of the fridge. Condiments, mostly.  Although one person claimed that they LOVED those Laughing Cow wedges, although it seemed to be more because they can be taken camping without refrigeration than for any actual ... edibility.

So how about you?  Anything ancient lurking in YOUR fridge?  Enquiring minds want to know.

Random

Well, the big news around here is that Henri got adopted on Saturday.  Yippee!  Still got three more kittens in the foster room, so I won't be short of fosters any time soon. Although I do have to do an adoption event this coming Saturday, so who knows?

I fell off the ladder the weekend before last and landed right on my tailbone.  After yelling from the pain loud enough that one of the cats came running to see what was going on, I laid there for a while taking stock before getting back on my feet.  I felt like the "Help, I've fallen and I can't get up!" lady, and briefly contemplated buying one of those button thingies.  For future ladder f*ckups.

Because Halloween was on a Saturday, I put together a hundred goody bags, and then stopped and bought a couple more bags of candy, just in case. ("Just in case", meaning, "to insure that I have enough left over for me to eat."  I think last year I was still eating Halloween leftovers at Christmas, which is as it should be.)  In the end, I got about sixty kids, so yeah, I've got a wee bit of candy left over.

I've been having dreams lately (I know, I KNOW) where I'm heading for the bathroom, and then I wake up and I actually have to go.  It's like my dream-brain is shaking my body, going, "Wake up!  WAKE UP!  YOU'VE GOTTA GO!"  Hopefully my dream-brain will continue to provide this useful service.

Starting today it's going to be almost dark out when I leave work, which ... yuck.  Hardly bears contemplating.

I've been enjoying Below Deck, that Bravo reality show, because one of the people on it (Rocky, I'm looking at YOU) is batsh*t crazy.  Is anybody else watching that one?

and speaking of crazy, I am ... flabbergasted that Ben Carson is currently beating Donald Trump in the polls.  Crazier, meet craziest.  Holy cow.

Hats on Cats

Hey, it's Halloween.  What the heck.

Gus is not amused:

Taffy and Henri provide the Peanut Gallery.  "Hey, AUguste, where'd ya get the beeYOOOOteeful hat?  *snicker*":

But turnabout is fair play, and all of a sudden it's Henri's turn:

Georgia says, "just take the hat off right quick, laydee, and nobody gets hurt":

And Taffy says, "Hey!  I kinda like dis hat!  I tink I look good in it!"

Of course, it would hardly be fair to dress up the kittens if *I* didn't wear a costume, as well ...

Happy Halloween, everybody!

Table! Rock! Ridge!

While I was out walking last weekend, I decided to see if I could find Table Rock Ridge again.  None of the trails in the area are marked, and it had been almost two years since I'd been last.

Could I find it?  After much bushwhacking and frustration ...

AW YEAH.

Good ol' Table Rock Ridge.

Recently Read

Yeah, yeah, skip it if you wanna.

1.  We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson.  I got this one from the library after several people on line praised it.  Novel about the remains of a family, beset by tragedy, living in isolation from the local villagers.  Strange and eerie and poetic. I read it in an afternoon and really liked it. 

2. Life Among the Savages by Shirley Jackson - Yep, the same author as #1 above, there.  This was a memoir of when her children were young; think Erma Bombeck.  Badly dated, and I find it hard to believe that a woman who could write like she could was such a ditz in real life.

3.  Ruffles on My Longjohns by Isabel Edwards - Memoir of homesteading in Alaska in the 1930s.  This woman was as tough as nails.  Very interesting.

4.  Pioneer Girl:  The Annotated Autobiography by Laura Ingalls Wilder/edited by Pamela Smith Hill.  Remember the Little House on the Prairie books?  Yeah, this is the original, with massive liner notes.  If you're still obsessed with Little House, you will LOVE this book.  Basically, every sentence of the Little House books is fact-checked via Ms. Wilder's actual life.  Holy cow.

5.  All Dogs Go To Kevin by Jessica Vogelsang - Veterinarian's memoir.  Yeah, I read a LOT of those.  This one, while light-hearted, didn't really go into detail about ... well, anything, really.  Meh.

6.  Life is Short (no pun intended) by Jennifer Arnold and Bill Klein - Account by the stars of TLC's show The Little Couple of their childhoods, growing up and how they met.   Interesting.

7.  Movie review!  Marjoe is a documentary from the seventies about the child evangelist Marjoe Gortner and his career as he aged.  Kind of an expose of the evangelism biz, it's very interesting.  Confession time!  I had a crush on Marjoe when I was a kid.  True story.  Yes, I AM odd.

8.  Crow Lake by Mary Lawson - Novel about siblings in rural Canada who are orphaned when their parents die in a car crash.  Very well-written, but dry.  I never really cared for any of the characters and quit about two-thirds of the way through.

9.  Storming Heaven by Denise Giardina - Novel about unionizing the West Virginia coalfields in the early 1900s.   Like Crow Lake (above), the prose is excellent but the characters were not engaging.  I finished it, but I can't say as I recommend it.

10.  Best Boy by Eli Gottlieb - This novel, about an Autistic man, got great reviews, but I just found it so-so.  It is a quick read.

11.  Dollbaby by Laura Lane McNeal - Novel about ... oh hell, I don't know.  The writing was really stilted so I gave up a few pages in.


MAN, I am having a hard time finding good books lately.  Got anything to recommend?

Carful of flowers

A couple of weeks ago, Agway was selling mums for two bucks a pot. 

Gotta get in those last blasts of color before winter comes around the bend.

Oh, the pearl-clutching!

From Annie's Mailbox, an online advice column:

Dear Annie: I wish my neighbors would try to put themselves in my place. I live in a nice suburban neighborhood near a beachside community. The last thing I would want to do is bother my neighbors with noise or activities that would require them to put on headphones.
Yet, here is what I have had to contend with in the past few years: skateboarding in front of my house and into my driveway; playing basketball past 10 p.m.; security lights shining into my window; dogs barking for hours; and loud parties for young children that go on past dinnertime.
I would be mortified if I did anything that would make my neighbors think I was so inconsiderate. I chose a nonbarking breed of dog, and my two children never imposed on others' space while still managing to have fun.
Noises are expected from gardeners, roofers and construction workers, but these are temporary. If anyone reads this and sees themselves, please remember that unless you live on a deserted island, being a good neighbor means respecting others, too. -- Peaceful Neighbor

Dear Peaceful: You sound especially considerate, and unfortunately, a great many people are not. Too many folks think only of themselves without paying the slightest attention to behavior that may be extremely annoying to the neighbors. We hope everyone who reads this will take a moment and consider whether they could be a little more thoughtful and kind to those around them.


Me:  I ... I don't even know what to say about this lady, except ... are you f*cking kidding me?

Let's see:  You're not supposed to skateboard in front of her house.  I assume that walking dogs, bike-riding, and driving a car past her house is also forbidden.  Because it might bother her ... somehow.  Just shut down the damn street already, the crazy lady needs her peace and quiet.

No playing basketball in the neighborhood after 10 p.m.  I assume that would also involve all outdoor activities, because they might bother her ... somehow.  EVERYBODY SHUT UP AND GET TO BED BY 10 P.M.!

You can't have any security lights.  SCREW security; and do not even ASK her to close her curtains; everybody needs to live in the dark because the lights might bother her ... somehow.  I would assume this also includes streetlights; who CARES if this means more car accidents?  THIS LADY WANTS TO SIT IN THE DARK, YOU GUYZZZ.

Dogs barking for hours?  Okay, I'm on her side on this one.  Except I've got a funny feeling that for this lady, ONE BARK = barking for hours.

NO LOUD CHILDREN'S PARTIES PAST DINNERTIME. 

That last one just slays me.  She's not talking about a neighbor cranking Kanye at 2 a.m.; she wants Bobo the Clown to STFU already, because it's 6:05.

You know what?  I'm enough of a dickwit that if this broad moved in next to me, I'd be doing sh*t just to piss her off.  BECAUSE YOUR COMPLAINTS ARE NOT REASONABLE, CRAZY LADY.

I can't believe that Annie didn't tell her to get off at the next stop, but I WILL.

DEAR LADY:  IT'S CALLED LIFE.  PEOPLE LIVE IT.  GET ONE.





 

Recent game cam pics

Nope, no bear this time.  THANK GOD.

There's always a lot of pics like this (hi, Tinks):

This dude is lucky I'm not a hunter:

Don't you guys ever SLEEP?:

 Canoodling:

Brer Fox:

It took me a minute to figure out what this was:

But I'm wondering if it's this same dude:

 I don't know why I find the game cam so fascinating; something about seeing what's out there when I'm not around is just really cool.

OH HAI!:

we be scammin'

Call that was on my voicemail the other day, verbatim: "Hello. This call is officially a final notice from IRS - Internal Revenue Service. The reason of this call is to inform you that the IRS is filing a lawsuit against you. To get more information about this case file, please call immediately on our department number, 202-657-4256. I repeat, 202-657-4256. Thank you."

GOD DAMMIT THAT PAYLESS CHICK TURNED ME IN.

Foster Camp update!

It's been a little bit since I last posted about the fosters, so I thought I'd do a kitten update.

The Colorscape Kitties, i.e. The Artists, continue to do well.

Henri is growing like a weed:

Gus is considering going as Wolverine for Halloween:

And Georgia likes to show off her thumbs:

It appears that Georgia may have some issues; she's quite unsteady in her gait and is lagging behind the other two developmentally.  But she is just as sweet as can be, and we'll find a loving home for her.

My house was the usual chaos the other night:  I got home from work and walked in the door to a ringing phone.  On my way to pick up the phone, I stepped on a decapitated mouse (TINKS), and answered the phone to discover that someone had showed up at the rescue with an abandoned kitten they had found; the rescue wanted to know if I would consider adding the kitten to my foster crew.

It was right about then that Tinks charged in with yet ANOTHER mouse (TINKS!), which he proceeded to dispatch at my feet, while I explained on the phone that while I had to take Tinks to the vet that night (he had gotten into yet ANOTHER fight with one of the neighborhood cats and had an infected ear that needed tending to)(TIIIIINKS!), I could possibly pick up the kitten after the vet visit.

Arrangements made, I scooped up Tinks, muscled him into a carrier, got him to the vet and got his ear cleaned up, got home, and had time to eat a couple of crackers before it was back out the door to pick up the newbie.

"Heyyyyy, who's da new kid?"

Georgia, in particular, was NOT IMPRESSED by the interloper, and much hissing ensued, but I am sure that things will calm down in due time.

 The new kitten is a girl (I think), about five weeks old, and as round as she is long.  I asked the woman who found the kitten if she had named it and she said she had been calling it La La, which, yeah, cute but NO, so a name is needed.  I was originally going to stick with the Artist theme, but that might get confusing, as this kitten is much younger than the other three, and I don't want her to get lumped in with them, vaccine-date-wise, but then again, I'm not even sure that GUS is related to the other TWO, so yeah, things get confusing at Foster Camp. 

Right now I'm leaning on calling her Taffy, and I'm sure that soon they'll all be getting along famously, so

now there's four at Foster Camp!

Oh, f*ck off, Kim Komando

Every morning I listen to the radio while I'm getting ready for work.  And every morning, a brief blurb from the Kim Komando show comes on.  This morning, she was doing an ad for Simplisafe, a home security system.

It went something like this:

"Guys!", it starts.  "Do you worry about your wife or girlfriend when she's home alone?  You know how every little noise gets amplified when nobody else is home -do you want your wife or girlfriend to feel safe when you're not there?  Now, with Simplisafe, your wife or girlfriend can feel completely safe, even when you're not at home!"

WHERE do I even START. 

Okay, FIRST OFF, being startled by an unfamiliar noise is not a GIRL THING.  It is a UNIVERSAL HUMAN EXPERIENCE, built into our DNA to keep us ALIVE.

SECONDLY, I do not need a MAN to order a home f*cking security system for me.  If I WANT a home security system, I am PERFECTLY CAPABLE of purchasing one my ownself.  With my OWN MONEY.

THIRD, this ad is making assumptions about gender.  What if the guy has a GUY waiting at home?  What if the relationship consists of two women?  OH SH*T looks like those two gals are outta luck because there isn't a GUY in the picture to order their home security system!

FOURTHLY,  the only times I EVER felt UNsafe in a living situation was when there was a GUY in the ROOM at the time, threatening me.  I have never, ever felt unsafe because an unfamiliar CRICKET was chirping, but I have felt PLENTY unsafe (in the past) by a dude screaming in my FACE, and that is something no home security system could have protected me from.

FIFTH, if I want to plunk down some of MY money for a home security system which *I* am perfectly capable of purchasing, I'm thinking my choices would be (a) big dog (b) big gun (c) big can of mace (d) big old baseball bat, some of which I ALREADY frickin' HAVE.

GOD. 

Dear Kim Komando:  I am not a helpless little airhead, cowering at home alone because my man (gag) is gone and the smoke alarm beeped at random.  I am a KICK-ASS f*cking WOMAN who does NOT need someone of the opposite gender to *protect* me, and I would thank you very much to remember that.

CHRIST.

The hibiscus's last hurrah

A couple of weeks ago, I brought the hibiscus tree in for the winter.  And ever since, it's been blooming like crazy.

It's also dropping leaves like crazy; it's going to be mostly twigs by the time it's done, but for right now it sure is pretty.

A last little bit of summer color.

I am convinced that for a brief period every fall, there is no prettier place on Earth than the Northeast.

I took this pic on Sunday while driving to a hiking spot:

And here is the creek, not a hundred yards from my house:

Pictures don't really do it justice; the colors are almost psychedelic.

I don't know what these little puff-balls are; anyone have any ideas?:

My favorite walks are those near water.  I almost took the kayak out yesterday, but I figure that once the idea of ending up in the drink (always a possibility when I'm doing the paddling) becomes unattractive, it's time to put up the paddle for the year.

Look!  These trees are hugging each other!  Awwwwwww.

Milkweed in the breeze:

Oh, Autumn, I would love you forever, if only I didn't know what came after.

Saturday Night

I was sitting here watching Dr. Pol tonight, wishing I had cupcakes, when I idly thought, well,  I could *make* some cupcakes, but that would take longer than I am willing to wait.

Then I thought, you know what, there should be cupcake delivery service, just like you can order pizza.  Wouldn't that be awesome?

THEN I realized, holy cow, I actually HAVE some little mini-cupcakes in the fridge, left over from a rescue event last week.

And then the angels sang.  I have cupcakes.

And that's my Saturday night.  Yours?

Oh great ...

... NOW I've got mysterious glowing ORBS in the backyard ...

Even BIGGER changes at Foster Camp!

Upon further examination, it has been determined that The Artist Formerly Known As Frida is actually ... a boy!  Sorry, lil dude.

"JeeEEEeeez, laydee, what kind of rinky-dink outfit you RUNNIN' around here, anyway?!  I iz not a stoopidhead GIRL, I iz an awesome BOYCAT!  SHEESH!"

Big Changes at Foster Camp

On Saturday, I took Chloe and Watson back to the rescue, so they could continue their journey to their permanent homes.   They were almost twelve weeks old, and the rescue had room for them, so it was time.

 I also took Mikey along for the ride.  The plan was that I would bring Mikey back home with me for a couple more weeks, as she is smaller than the other two.  But!  While we were there, guess what?!  Mikey got adopted!

A family who had adopted from the rescue before was there looking for a new addition to their household.  One of their cats had recently passed away at age 18, and the remaining cat, a playful five-year-old, was lonely.  They spent two hours looking at all the cats and kittens, weighing the pros and cons of each one, and picked Mikey!  (Well, OF COURSE they did.  I mean, she WAS the most beautiful cat there ...) This family takes very good care of their pets, so I'm sure Mikey will do fine there.  I just wasn't ... quite ... ready ... for her to go, is all. *sniff*. Ha.

But!  Because Kitten Season is STILL upon us, I didn't go home empty-handed.  Meet the Colorscape kittens:

A couple of weeks ago, there was a public art event in the town where the rescue is located.  A little boy was there with a box full of kittens, trying to give them away and telling people that the kittens would be killed if he didn't find them new homes.  When an event organizer approached him, he dropped the box and bolted.  Efforts to find the little boy, or to find where the kittens came from, were unsuccessful, so the rescue stepped in. And because they were found at an art show, they were dubbed The Artists, and named Georgia, Frida and Henri.  Now estimated to be around six weeks old, they need some more growing time until they're big enough to be adopted.

Welcome to Foster Camp, Artists!  We could USE a little class around here.

Oops! I did it again

... went to Payless, that is.

IN MY DEFENSE, and I do have one, I was sorting through my email yesterday morning and saw that Payless was having a sale.  I mean, *yawn*, they're ALWAYS having a sale, but this one?

Was that all clearance shoes were now five bucks.  FIVE BUCKS.

COME ON!  I'm only human.

I was determined to avoid the last Payless, which isn't difficult because there are two others in my town.

On my lunch break, I went to Payless #2.  No obnoxious sales clerk, no pressure, just a confirmation that all red-tag shoes were five bucks.  She even pulled all clearance shoes in my size(s) off the racks for me to look at!  (Well, except for the stilettos.  Oh my goodness Payless has some AWESOME stilettos, but I cannot wear stripper shoes without crippling myself, so sadly, those were out.)  She DID ask me for my phone number at check-out, and you know what?  I gave it to her.  Because she was NICE.  (And because I knew I'd get a $3.00 coupon if I gave it to her and then filled out a survey online.  I will gladly sell myself out for money, I admit it.)

After work, I went to Payless #3.  Again, no pressure, no guilting, and when that clerk asked for my phone number, she reassured me that it wasn't necessary to get the sale price.  Nice.

So!  I bought ... ummmm ... seven pairs of shoes.

HOW MANY?!



SEVEN.  I BOUGHT SEVEN PAIRS OF SHOES.

  
*ducks*

 Now the big question:  How much did it cost?

List price on the seven pairs of shoes was *gulp* $194.93.

But c'mon, we all know that everything at Payless is on sale all the time, right?  So let's say they were having a BOGO sale, which they do a LOT, except at Payless it's always fake BOGO, buy-one-get-one-half-off, instead of real BOGO, which is buy-one-get-one-free.

So let's say it was a fake BOGO sale.  The shoes would have been $146.20.

Or hell, let's say it was real BOGO, buy-one-get-one-free.  The shoes would have been $97.47. 

 So how much did I pay?

By the time I got done with the clearance discount, plus a ten-dollar coupon I had previously gotten in-store, PLUS a coupon I had for filling out the on-line survey for the PREVIOUS visit (heh), I paid 

drum roll please.

$22.88.

I PAID $22.88 FOR SEVEN PAIRS OF SHOES.

I win, Payless.  I WIN.