Some evenings, there's nothing you can do but mix a bourbon sour and paint a little wall green.
I did finally extend the 'grass' on my Imaginary Veranda, or as mcgillianaire called it, my "own patch of the Wimbledon Championships."
I bleached the duvet cover and pillowcases, because nativeinformant will be here in a few hours, and she's allergic to kitties. Um. I guess it doesn't change the fact the house is still filled with felines.
All three cat bodies are on my body right now. Kali pushing my head off my own pillow, Tortoise on my stomach, Cyrus on my knees. An hour ago, they all were on your body. You just woke up and hit the salbutamol, and went back to sleep.