Mr. Tuxedo

about 5.5 hours of sleep.


Not enough exercise yesterday or today.


Brain cells seem to be firing anyway.


At Quaker writing group wrote almost a whole piece about my childhood cat who shall be known on the internet as Mr. Tuxedo and who lived up to that moniker. 


More restful than writing all the things that could make me pop a gasket.


Cat with black face and white bib
Trying to be both faithful to memory
and reasonably conscientious
about copyright issues






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