Psst! Avoid the fruit salad.
Pete and I scrubbed the kitchen to within an inch of its life, signaling the end of the kitten’s stinky tyranny. Drusy, above, remains concerned.
Pirate Wednesday sits on this kitchen island shelf while I putter around the galley. That is the weakest excuse ever for this –
Time changes make me stupid, so instead of making messes at work, I went with Pete to the Shore bike path. Almost nobody was there – besides Apollo here, who was visible for over an hour.
Our red currant vodka is aging gracefully in the cool, dark place where we put it and forgot about it. Yay memory loss!