A marmalade squee to start my day. Excellent.
This morning, so far (45 minutes into it for me) I don’t feel too bad. That may change as I move around more.
I didn’t get the letter to my grandson written yesterday. My brane just fried itself before I could even pull up a blank sheet to work on. I will try again today.
Since I mailed out the letters concerning the meddling influence of the Klingon, I’m hoping this nomination, too, falls between the cracks and we can start over with real people and not hand-picked puppets.
That is one cute kitty.