Pentium, Tammy’s remaining kitty, was euthanized yesterday. I am so glad Mike was in Toronto. I’ve supported him through a pet death so this seems like karma sneaking in.
Got to talk to Paul and Phyllis on the phone yesterday. They and Katie and Alex were taking the sights in Port Stanley, always a family favourite with the folks. Phyllis (to be candid) sounded exhausted so I hope he’s not chivying her too hard. Phyllis seems smitten with Alex, although how things could go differently is hard to figure.
Keith came by yesterday. Being on the spectrum – both of us – makes our communication extremely intense, haphazard and painful at times, but this turned out well so I’m going to characterize it as a win. He’s enjoying the mix of work that he has right now, including supplying eyeglasses through his company to X-Files.
Buster’s back/butt wound should get veterinary attention in my view, but I don’t own him. All I know is that had Margot received such a wound I’d have her into the exam room in 12 hours; portions of the wound are now 72 hours old and not crusting over so I am quite concerned about an abscess. Fortunately Margot is only subject to persistent eye goobers, thanks to her allergies, and I’m trying to stay on top of those by removing them every time her eyes get droopy. She does not thank me, but she usually quits running and lets me pick her up when I’m persistent.
It’s been deliciously sunny and breezy and not too hot.
412 words yesterday, mostly on Pharos.
Mike is planning on renting an entire commercial sauna for his birthday. Man o Man, that’s gonna be some party.
There’s this woman in Spokane who is white and has been pretending to be black since she was in University. This is what I have to say about her:
Libertarians are calling Rachel D. the ultimate manifestation of white guilt. I’m calling her as a gender-flopped urban Grey Owl. Her romanticization of black culture without living through a black childhood isn’t guilt, it’s a minor mental disorder.
Further: SHE EMBODIES WHAT MY TAG RACEFAIL IS FOR.