I was invited to a celebration with E/T in Culver City, but I chose to stay home, get all that nagging stuff done that needs to be done (bills, checkbook, etc.), nap (which has considerably helped the brain fog), and write. I’ve got Miru curled up next to me, meowing at me admonishingly every time I watch YouTube or something not directed at writing or him. E/T thinks Miru loves me more than them. The problem is that Miru isn’t allowed in their bedroom. It’s quite simple. Where there is bed, there is cat.

I hope you’re all having a good one. Here’s my former (and soon to be again) co-worker from Uncle Walt, Steve Tatum, telling the story of The President Who Cried Wolf: