“A home without a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?” ~ Mark Twain
Looks like Sunday morning I will resume my regular blogging schedule, such as it is. Still feeling queasy from a powerful bout of stomach flu two days ago. Existential suff like that is irrevocably grounding. It has done me some good, however icky it was. No biggie. I think that’s it for now, except to say that I am way excited about the Trump-Russian stuff going down.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.