Good morning, and happy Monday. I know it’s Monday because Mal’s internal clock tells him I should be putting on makeup right about now. Consequently, he’s standing by my makeup area, crying for the cuddles he’ll get when I eventually put on my face. Today is another human day. I don’t need to actually go…
Piture completely unrelated to anything in this post, but really, do we NEED a robot cat that pees? And why do we need to help it pee?
I have handrails. People showed up yesterday, but not until around 10:15 am. I texted our agent at 10:30 and told her “there’s two cars outside, they showed up about 10-15 minutes ago and they have yet to start, I’m going grocery shopping.” I’m not sure what time they actually started work, but I assume…