Wednesday wake-up:
I was awaken by the sounds of a cat, a particular cat, making the “hairball” noise. Cat puke isn’t that unusual. On the bed, next to me? Highly unwelcome. Then she does a second one, just to iterate her point, spewing, in as much as a cat can spew, right where my feet would normally hit the cold winter floor. 30 seconds later, she’s avoiding her mess on the bed, but she’s nuzzling me, urging me to get out of bed and fix her some breakfast. As if her little performance meant nothing.
Cats are notoriously absent-minded, but puking on the bed, then next to it, then expecting me to answer her call for attention?
Of course, it was her way to remind me that I didn’t bring her any brisket either Tuesday or Saturday.
When intuition pays:
Weird news item that has a impact on my world, not that I harbor any delusions about going into space in a rocket ship, but Virgin does.
Impact on my world, though? As often as I wander out to El Paso, the closest real airport, and then, up to Las Cruces? There’s the residual abundance that’s bound to stem from such a project, plus, the more our attention is drawn to the heavens, the better it is for my work.
File under: things to be thankful for:
Homemade video, done live in an Apple store? Glad all I do is talk?
