Greetings and salutations to all you hep cats and kittens still around reading this rag. It’s sunny and chilly and feels like fall to me. It’s only going to be about 60°🦅 today, so I’ll be staying inside.
We went out grocery shopping yesterday afternoon. Brian was grumbling about having spaghetti, which caused Mom to complain about how he needs to give her more notice for meals like that, sauce takes time. I proved that good sauce doesn’t take the entire afternoon. Unfortunately, the meatballs took longer than the package predicted, so the garlic bread was cold by the time we sat down.
On the other hand, I had a bowl of meatballs for dinner, with garlic bread on the side. Color me happy.
In an effort to get Mal to eat, I bought a wide variety of wet foods for him to try. I grabbed a bunch of fish-flavored cheap shit, 10 cans for $10. At this point in his life, he’s considered a “senior cat” and you know what? I don’t care if it’s not as good for him as the stuff he had been getting. I just want him to fucking eat. I want to come back here in January and still have both of the things that are worth coming back to.
Tomorrow, I start the real prep for the trip. I have a lunchtime appointment to get my covid test, and start packing up the suitcases. Most of the stuff going in the carry-on is ready to go already; I should probably pack it and be done. I made a list of things to pack in the larger suitcase because I need to feel like I’m doing something.
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