Floofy marmalade has a great place to hide.
Good morning. I hope you slept well.
I don’t think I did. But that’s OK. It’s enough that I was parallel to the deck and was warm.
This morning will be spent in a variety of things, like phone calls and letters, and maybe even rearranging a few things so I can get to the walls and start to make sense of the chaos on this end of the place.
Then I’ll start looking for a sofabed.
Or maybe I’ll just be a slug for another day.
There was Jake, but the other person could have been worse and usually is. Jake has no sympathy with a person’s needing to go to the bathroom.
I’m trying to get all the personnel to finish their breakfasts so I can clean the stove and mop the floors. Then we’ll go to the library.
If I jump in front of a trash truck, tell them it was the sighing that did it.