This is good.
Upperbody Mummification seems to be doing good work. A good day for rock n’ roll.
That was close: my cat (not really my cat, as I don’t feed it or know its real name but it sleeps here these days) seems to have picked up on my new feeble state and now sees me as an easy target. Upgraded have been underbed expeditions for dustbunnies, increased wastebasket excavations, and her newest trick: if you push on the green button on the scanner/printer, it makes a noise and paper comes out. Also in high demand is dumping coughdrops from the shelf onto the floor, and kicking them about the room with paw.
She’s a pretty kitty alright, like a pitch black otter, a cute little harbinger of death and meow.
