It seems backwards to me that Slack is a work thing.

I keep going to a Church of the SubGenius place, which is not a place I like to be.

I think my understanding of that is too shallow to be disturbed.

I dislike Bob.

I was trying to take a nap, and someone rang my doorbell. I figured it was a delivery and ignored it. A couple hours later when I went out to feed the patio cats, I realized the bag of garbage I'd put out on the porch was gone. I walked around the patio and found the bag sitting beside, not in, the garbage bin.

So someone came to my door, rang, got no answer, and took out the trash on their way out, but was careful not to throw it away just in case it wasn't actually garbage left sitting there on the porch. How thoughtful. I almost wish I'd answered the door for them. Almost.

Hey, Consuela, do you run the Boss off leash?

I do not. She is not yet reliable off-leash, like when we go to agility, which we mostly do off-leash, she frequently decides not to come back to me at the end of an exercise and instead wanders off to the other end of the ring while I futilely wave string cheese at her. Given that in the woods there are other dogs, squirrels, rabbits, turkeys, and poison oak, there will be no off-leash running for a while.

I use to run my first dog off leash even though he had a poor recall; I guess my standards have tightened.

I feel i haven't used my day off particularly well: I went running, went to see Dad, did some administrative stuff with him, and spent a bunch of money at Home Despot and TJs. Now it's 5 pm and I have somehow eaten most of a package of TJ's cheese puffs, but I have not done any filing, paid bills, or repotted my fruit trees. Argh.

My day was perfectly fine and capped off by drinks and eats with coworkers, and then I got home to puke on my comforter for the third time this week. I would think my cat is becoming lethargic, if she can't be bothered to puke on the floor anymore, but she seems OK when I'm here! WTF, cat.

Does the cat get anxious when you aren't there? I've had dogs with that issue, but never a cat that dependent.

That sounds like a good day, Consuela.

Took me a couple reads to realize it was the cat who puked on the comforter. Maybe she longs to puke on the comforter when you are there but knows you'll interfere so she moves to the floor?

I tried harnessing Miss Kitty to take her out on a leash. Flat Cat, flipping-out-like-a-mammal cat, hiding-under-the-bed-cat. She came out and was visible long enough for me to get the harness off of her, eventually, but she is back in hiding, now. I just want to let you explore safely, Miss Kitty! Anyway, plants are watered, candles lit, bread and wine blessed, blah blah blah Friday night. Good to have an ordinary-ish evening at home with the prospect of an early bedtime.

Ha, I tried harnessing Leo to take him out exploring on a leash. He was fine and tolerated my silly ideas until we were outside. Then he turned into liquid, slithered out of the harness, and was gone under the bushes in a half-second. We did not try that again.