Poor Ash. She is so deprived.
Undies are hung in the bathroom with care. The exhaust fan is on, but I suspect even without it, they will be dry by the time I’m ready to go to bed.
Is Frrank napping?
Yes, Frank went to sleep and was deposited in his bed with Edna Puffin, but no catz. Jake must be in a window; I can hear him muttering about how there are birds out there.
I’ll take your new socks to the PO shortly, so you might have them on Friday.