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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…

It’s been a long week, and it’s only Thursday morning.