Excellent! I was having a nap with Jake, which was disturbed by someone who needed something from the room, and came down to find Tom the Son beating Kathleen at cards. I’m going out to make an animal friend, and then Tom can beat me at something.
Nothing as much fun as a game with Tom, here.
And there won’t be fun today, either, since my dreams were so hideous. Now, though, I’m going to go take a shower and then write a letter or two.