Whatever would I do without the morning kitteh?
74 degrees and 32% on the patio. The humidity will come down as the day progresses, until the monsoons decide to come in, and then it will go up again.
Last night was a bad night. I couldn’t shut my brain off, even though I was tired.
I live for the morning kitty and the morning cup of coffee. It’s threatening to pour here.
I wish it would pour here. Our forecast is 100+ and dry. I’m cleaning, throwing stuff away, and waiting for Kathleen to use the toilet. Bill and Sally aren’t up yet, the slugs.