A morning with the Twitter coach

 somewhere over 4 hours of sleep.


I am a grownup. I get to take responsibility for:


--nowhere near enough exercise


--drinking half the daily tea after 8 pm


--late evening pistachio snacking.


--Too much salt when I get commercial salads and laziness about making my own.


Black cat. White woman. Purple bathrobe
Today's cat sort of selfie

It is cold at home. I have a stuck window. And I just add layers because I am protected on all sides except the window. This temperature regime is definitely not the cat's preference. Plus I insist on limiting the warm cat furniture time and going off to hide in the office.  I think she has plenty of places she can snuggle and stay warm.


And then there is morning Twitter. Cat would prefer I adore her and skip the impeachment snark. Winston the First Cat is now appearing on Twitter along with the first dogs. The Queen of Spades wants her own Twitter feed but that will mess up my efforts to dump anyone I can with whom I have cat interest in common into space where people might strongly disagree with each other about other things.


--Youtube news fix commentators about impeachment

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