Cold and sore throat. June Gloom settling in (foggy mornings until about 2, then fog rolls back in around 7), aged cat looking more decrepit, 12 days until surgery. But The Husband gave a really good sermon tonight. Squinting a little, I could see him in a black frock coat, thundering it out to a bunch of Puritan settlers on a Sunday afternoon.
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Upcoming surgical maunderings and stuff )