On our way home |
Leaving home at low tide dawn |
Still Life With Cookie Monste |
Political junky? What? Who me?
Given all the stress, the pressure Jen and I are under lately -- elderly parents behaving badly, jobs which aren’t always as smooth and fulfilling as we’d like, cats who seem to have all gone on hunger strike -- suddenly no longer caring for the styles and flavors of Fancy Feast they’ve previously been mad for (there are 6 cats between the two houses, which includes 2 feral beasties, yet their behavior is completely in sync. I swear they have union meetings down in the basement every night. OK, I support unions so I guess this isn’t a bad thing but, you’d think anyway, the leaders would have submitted their demands pre-strike!) and then there’s that business of it, all of a sudden, getting dark so early in the evening and light so much later in the AM.
We were not consulted and we are most certainly NOT amused.
Bohemian Rhapsody -- Queen
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