Life in General

Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid

Morning, people. It’s Saturday. I’m sure you already knew that. Calendars aren’t that complicated. It’s Mal’s birthday. I think he’s turning 11. I know his arrival will eventually pop up on Facebook’s memories, and then I’ll know for certain. It’ll be a couple of weeks however. I’m fairly certain I set Facebook so it doesn’t…

It’s a kitty-snuggling morning. Chaucer is actually trying to force himself into my lap. He uses the “frog in the pot” method: if he moves slowly enough, he thinks I won’t notice until he’s suddenly on my keyboard. Mal is squeezing himself against Chaucer. Even better, it’s Friday. I was up early-ish. After checking the…