Buster came into my room while I was wearing my cpap mask. He very slowly inched toward me, eyes narrowed, and gave a very soft and disturbed mew of “Why do you have an octopus on your face?” His eyes traveled along the length of the hose and back up to my face. He left, slowly and perplexedly. Yesterday he tied a knot in something, always an interesting feat when you don’t have thumbs.
Later he tried to come back into my room, but Margot was guarding my door so she hissed at him and he backed off.
2.2 hours last night. Sue’s coming to get me at 10 and bringing me straight home, she has a rehearsal. Then a nice long chat on the phone with a former coworker, and getting my interview clothes together.
