It is past 10pm on Thursday. I am looking forward to a three day weekend. Yay.
Patricia takes off tomorrow morning for her BOW weekend, leaving me here with the cats. Thanks, dear.
I have a ton of things to do around here. The only question is, will I do any of those things or put my feet up and enjoy time on the decks? I hope it is the latter. I really can't keep ignoring those things much longer.
One of the many things I must work on is my next column for Frank Magazine. I have a couple pieces of news to put in there and at least one rant, not to mention something for people to check out.
I know very few of you care, but I will discuss it anyway. There has been a days long discussion on Facebook, in a group devoted to my neighbourhood. A man's family cat went missing, and there has been much to'ing and fro'ing about it ever since. In the last couple of days people have reported the cat's, or a cat's, appearance all around the area, as if it were a will-o'-the-wisp. And in just the last couple of hours, someone has said she saw a cat that looked very much like the missing cat. The man is on his way to the woman's home to see if it is really Romper.
I will keep you up to date on this important story.
See you tomorrow.