Cherish the company of those who give you pleasure. There are few of those about and we should all hold them close.
Cat: DAD!
Dad: Yes cat?
Cat: Dad, you are down.
Dad: Well, Cat, I believe you may have a point.
Cat: Dad! I believe you are a good egg.
Dad: Oh, well...
Cat: Here, Dad, have this.
*PLOP*
Dad: ah...you shoudn't've.
Cat: Think nothing of it.
*Dad fetches nitrile gloves*
You may have a sweater selfie in three-four months, young lady.
Froh!
FROH!!!
First! I have become a middle-aged man who has begun wearing hair-ties in his wrist.
Second: my great hand is marvelously veiny. I invite my artist friends to please use it for practice. 🙏
Still feeling morose today. Working on that.
It's going to be *amazing* if Ellison inadvertently kills Star Trek the same year that the BBC kills Doctor Who, and Disney relegates Star Wars.
HURRAH! I have escaped from work! Freedom!
...Oh bugger, now I need to do chores, I suppose. So it goes.
