Brava for the K Woman!

Didn’t she do an excellent job? I really like how she shared about her work and experiences. Next up: Convince her to start writing here in her own space. As you can see, she has much to share, and is a thoughtful and caring woman. And much more.

N is singing “Put your hands up and shout” for some reason. I am guessing it’s something on TV. E is ensconced in Ophelia’s bedroom, having paid her rent for the privilege, over and above the rent we parental types happen to pay on a monthly basis for the roof over all five heads that dwell in this brick oven. (This includes Trouble, who had to venture forth from the Bedrooms to eat just now. Her cat bowl has disappeared, so I put her DeliCat on a paper plate. She didn’t care what the food was in, as long as she could get it.) He is using my cell phone for an alarm clock, so … umm … use the house phone if you have any reason to call me tonight.

I fell asleep about half an hour before arriving in Grand Central Station and was awakened by an MTA employee rapping on the window. I got N a sandwich after letting K know the peahen had landed. I whittered on the train, and on the subway. I’ll post those later. I have a very tall cup of iced coffee with me now. I picked up my first ever can of (sugar-free) Red Bull, thinking I might have it at around 3 in the morning.

Okay, here we go …

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