Elvis sings on, very pleasant: I still like him all these years later.

The sun is shining and I marvel at the ease and peace on this street.

I really hope we avoid a WW3, but God knows the times are weird and narcisstic in north america with those multibillionaires monstrous bozos in the US.

Laurel came to join me in the living room, hardy is on my bed. And CHarlotte is on the hardwood floor in the kitchen. I carried her to my bed last night she was so asleep.

I will go have her retire to my bedroom earlier tonight, even if I stay downtairs. I think she will be fine a couple of hours to bed alone with cats before me.

Last night was very much not enough sleep and all she does today is sleep and she refused to walk on on her third walk.