There's a good chance you hallucinated this week without ever knowing it

Inverse ^ | October 11, 2019 | By Jack Barton on

[Monkey Face]

Some memories just don’t fade into the mists of time and distance.

Others? I WILL them to disappear! ;o])

[ArGee]

Not to mention what might happen to whomever wielded the iron.

I don’t have that much blood to donate, thanks.

Happy Monday, everyone. I worked from home today. We found an apartment at our new digs near the in-laws and will move in in early March if accepted.

[Monkey Face]

Is this good news? I thought you moved back into your house in the Wildlands because you loved it there? And now, you’re moving into an apartment?

I’m so confused! :o[

[ArGee]

Akshully, I moved back to the wildlands until it was time to find a place near the in-laws. But they’re the reason Mrs. ArGee said, “It may be time to leave NYC.” Otherwise we’d still be in that apartment.

I don’t think any one truly loves it here. It’s peaceful but not some place I’d retire to.

[ArGee]

And by “any one” I meant in my family. I’m sure there are those who would never live anywhere else.

And we don’t even have a home for the mentally ill.

[Monkey Face]

Ah. OK. It seems I vaguely recall something about the in-laws, but not specifics. Thanks. It’s really none of my business, but I see you as part of my fambly, so... ;o]

[Tax-chick]

I hope the apartment works out for you. Maybe you could persuade the inlaws to move to a boring Southern state. We have cake!

[Tax-chick]

[Monkey Face]

Frost on the windows? Is the Floof on the inside or the outside?

The laundry is done, except for hanging the sleep shirts, and I have to wait a bit for that. As always.

Last night, I slept most of the night without coughing, so that was good.

I’ve gathered up all the papers that No C sent me with instructions for various procedures, and have put them into a file for future reference. :o[ I didn’t realize I had picked his brain so often, but in none of the notes did I detect a hint that he was losing patience with me.

[Tax-chick]

Flowers.

I’m glad you had a better night.

Brothers are doing one another an injury upstairs, sigh.

[Monkey Face]

Yes, there was mayhem in our house when we were growing up because of “competition,” dontchaknow. Things have been relatively quiet, though, since Cain was a pup.

Some days, I miss the low-level noise, and then I hear the little ones being obnoxious in the hallways between meetings and I think, “Nah. I’d rather hear myself think!”

[Silentgypsy]

Thank you.

[Tax-chick]

“Nah. I’d rather hear myself think!”

For some reason, my brain said, “I think I’ll just stay here and drink!”

[Monkey Face]

LOL! That sounds VERY good! :o])

[Tax-chick]

It will have to be another day, though.

[NicknamedBob]

"And we don’t even have a home for the mentally ill."

I'm not sure if it's official here or not, but we're full up anyway.

[Tax-chick]

Morning, Bob.

[Monkey Face]

Afternoon, Bob.

Mentally ill is a state of mind.

;o]

[NicknamedBob]

My mental condition is estate of mind.

[Monkey Face]

Very punny, Bob! Thanks! I’ll have to remember that. ;o]