In so, so many ways. At least 8 dimensions, anyway.
Went dancing with Katie K, aka Kopper. It was mostly an older crowd so it was all classic sixties R&B with occasional pokes into the 90s. We ate before the dance at Vera’s, there being no room at the inn at the Raincity Grill. I had a simply lovely time and only drank two beers. Laughed my ass off, repeatedly, danced ass off, rinse, repeat, drink more water.
Took a cab from Edmonds to Planet Bachelor to feed Kira; both of the denizens are out of town at the moment. She was powerful glad to see me. Said cab, driven by an immaculately mannered young man whose immigration to Canada seemed obvious, but whose ethnicity was not, then conveyed me to my domicile, where Miss Margot waited on the back deck. She scarcely mewed when she saw me; she’d had no difficulty staying out of trouble in the interim.
Now sleepy-byes. I hope Eddie and Gizmo, both of whom are out catting, have the courtesy to give me at least 4 hours of shuteye before Eddie starts making Doleful Moan on the back deck.