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Monday, August 22, 2011

Cassius sees things

It's been a long fortnight, and it's not likely to get any shorter. Cassius saw the problem, and arranged a quiet dinner with a single friend. Corona. Chips. Calm and unencumbered confabulation. That works. Thank you, Cassius.

Monday, August 8, 2011

I was running some stairs

Yeah, it's what I do. Run stairs. Sorta barefooted. But they're right here, and you know how stair work makes our buts look good. OK, I made that up.

I came in this evening, all sweaty, all tired and out of breath, and Casius sent me straight to the shower lest I dampen his felinical fur.

Upon exiting, I found this on the couch.

A fruit plate. Casius made me a fruit plate! How appropriate.

I think he's trying to keep me healthy, not so much to prolong the delightful company that I can be, but probably more to prolong the coverage on those credit cards he likes to use in the evenings. And the ear rubs.