Young Guy looks sooo pleased with his find, an open box on wheels with a freshly clean black wool skirt on which he can nap.
And here's my parent's cat asleep in the sun on the wonderful perch my father made for her. She's now 18 but is in better health than when I was visiting my parents in January.
The Anglican Covenant conference has been good but it has utterly emptied my brain of any intelligence or capacity to do much of anything.
Why am I inside on a Friday night in Chelsea? Dunno but here I am.
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