Kitteh makes my Sunday floofy.
Good morning.
I woke up around midnight, but this time, I took my nap earlier. I went back to bed around 0200 and got up about 30 minutes ago. I had to wait for the laptop to finish its contortions before I could do anything so here I am.
In a few minutes I’ll go shower, but I suspect I won’t be going to church. I’ll try to watch from home, but the few times I’ve tried in the past, the sound has been wonky or non-existent. If Dick Tracy could only see us now!
The weather map says it’s one degree cooler here than where you are, but the sun is still below the mesa. I’m going to miss the mountains.
The Perfect Wife called me on her way to the airport in SLC to wish me a happy birthday. She sang the birthday song and instead of my name she inserted the word, “Mommy.” I’m not sure how to react to that. Her own mother died when PW was 14, and I guess she had the step-mother I was accused of being. Anyway, I don’t know whether to ignore it or encourage it.
I suggest ignoring it.
Good morning. I’m about to go for a stroll outdoors, and I’ll have a shower after that.