I'm back home and no longer in the hotel with no drawer pulls. This is my own dresser. Sure, pieces are falling off, but at least it has drawer pulls!
I spent seven hours in the car listening to a big chunk of The Hunter by Tana French. Weirdly, I'm fourteen hours in and the title still doesn't make sense (there really isn't anybody hunting in this novel), but it has kept my interest, so that's good.
I still have a few cookies left, which is a rarity after that journey. At some point, I'm eating just to keep awake. Not great, but at least I don't fall asleep and crash.
Down south they were having Santa Ana winds and it was close to 80F. Here it is currently 42F.
My feral cat did not miss me. At all.
Obligatory Kitten Picture
I was trying to pick up so I could start a load of laundry. The Snack Pack had other ideas...
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