The soft, gray raininess of the day has brought peace to the household and my lap; the cats are clinophiles, and I am their bed. Five degrees or so ago, I wouldn't have been able to get them into the house, but now that the temperature is hovering at a feline-unfriendly 68°F., there is no moving them without experiencing claw-related damage. That's just as well; I've been attached to my keyboard all day—and while I actually have gotten some real work done, I've also been reviewing a list of philias.
Did you know that an obsessive love of otters is called lutraphilia? I didn't. I also learned that an obsessive love of cooking is called mageirocophilia, which doesn't look or sound particularly appetizing. That said, reading the list has given me loads of plot bunnies. Hopefully, some of them will hop away because I've already got enough to do. :P
Speaking of doing, I'd best finish up my real work so that I can get on with my fandom fun for a bit before I'm off to read to the big kids. *waves*