It was freezing. I saw two dead rats. Two. I didn't have time to do a post mortem, unfortunately, so the cause of death will remain unknown. Poor little chaps. Or girls. I couldn't tell.
Work was a hoot. Honestly. I didn't want to leave. Oh wait, I'm talking about Las Vegas. Work was nothing like Las Vegas.
I walked home, forgetting to check on the rat corpses, and found Melissa and Penny in fine-to-moderate fettle. Penny has slept well today and generally seems perkier. She's not eating much, if anything, but we're putting that down to her teeth. We think she's teething quite heavily, as she has all the symptoms. Melissa and I had a delicious chicken soup that Melissa concocted and tried to make Penny eat various things. When it became apparent she wasn't going to, she started pointing to the door suggesting she wanted a bath. Who are we to argue?
We brought her upstairs, chucked her in the bath and she amused herself for a while. Then bottle and bed. Lets see how that goes tonight.
Dave Brubeck died today. While I'm not a massive fan, by any stretch, I am a fan. Most of you will know this track :
As an artist he was incredibly influential, and broke many boundaries and stuff. So, yeah. He died, aged 91. Good innings.
Tonight I'll be putting the recycling out. Go me. Melissa must iron me a shirt. That is all.
I thought today was Thursday. Imagine how disappointed I was to find out otherwise.
See you tomorrow (Thursday).
