This tie is new. Today's my birthday. I also got a toilet plunger. Did I tell you that already? It sounds funny, but it's a nice thing to get a new one of every dozen or so residences.
So much attending to bizniss type phone call stuff lately. More to come. But I finished painting the baseboard and got all the tape off and moved my new-ish piece of furniture into place. Now I'm within sight of having the LR more like I want it, finally. Should I try to get a recliner sometime? I thought about this when Bert said his medical professionals seem to think everyone in America has a recliner, and he doesn't. I have feared hurting a cat when un-reclining. This is a silly fear? I have such a hard time knowing. It's like the so-long-and-variously-subverted hunger mechanism. Awfully uncalibrated, and one wonders whether it can even be tuned back up, like a piano that the professional just throws her hands up over. (Not literally.) In the meantime, how's a person supposed to know?
Well, whatever. Time to get outta here. Have a nice night, y'all people.
