If anyone thinks I'm pretentious, well, sheesh.
"A book with wit but no wisdom - you're laughing about nothing. A book with all wisdom and no wit... you might as well go to the library and take out a book by Schopenhauer.
Or rub sand in your eyes."
First page, laughing out loud.
Sat on the porch, each reading our own book. The above for me, The Bad Popes for D, as it rained, and rained, and rained. The gardens are happy. But it got a bit cold, and we came in. Which pleased Moby, who is now crashed on my lap.
Still not completely over his conversion to Lap Cat. It's been a year and a half now, can't quite believe the change.
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He is now a happy cat.
And a lucky one, too.
My little guy took a long time to begin experiencing the pleasures of a lap cat. Once they do, there's no turning back!
Zhoen: Clearly the cat has chosen his staff well.
We've got light showers today but no real rain for the past two weeks.
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