Have you seen my knitting mojo? I don’t know where it’s gone. I want to finish Lala’s sweater, and I want a million of my own, but I can’t seem to work on anything consistently except socks. Have finished lots and lots of socks lately.
Went to the dog park in Alameda today.
Also, got a new camera! Doesn’t it take nice pictures? A friend gave it to me, which was sweet and wonderful and unexpected. Our old one was broken, which is why you’ve been subjected to phone-photos for so long. I love having a camera again.
Feeling disjointed today. Worked a firefighters’ pancake breakfast yesterday morning, and I pressed about a million 911 tattoos into little children’s skin, and I didn’t wash my hands after touching them because I just forgot how germy they are, and now I feel a little off.
I HAD BETTER NOT GET SICK BEFORE NEW YORK.
I have spoken.
But the pancake breakfast was fun — I taught a ton of small children how to dial 911, and what it’s for, and I think I increased the amount of prank 911 calls that the city of Fremont got last night. And I spoke to all their parents about programming their cell phones with the seven-digit number emergency lines for all their local police/fire departments — people never realize that a simple 911 call on their cell phone canNOT be expected to be fast or accurate. Won’t be that way for years yet. So yes, I educated.
That’s what pays the bills so I can come home and look at Your Favorite Cat And Mine, Digit.
His mouth is open because he is complaining. As usual.
He also doesn’t like this:
But he doesn’t get a choice, does he? HA! Hug the cat! He’s alive! Yay camera!
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