now i've got no reason to get dressed tonight.
So I stay inside. I'm washing my sheets because they are filthy and i'm looking forward to the feeling of a fresh clean bed at the end of the night. Even if it's to be enjoyed alone. Well, with as many cats as want to hang out. Usually no more than four or five at a time.
No dogs allowed on the bed. That was a special Flea privilege, and Flea's gone now. His ashes showed up the other day, UPS special delivery. The little cedar box is on the coffee table until I clear a space un the dead pet shelf.
I'm gonna have to clear a new dead pet shelf soon. It's getting full. Flea, Pirate, Hodgepodge, Sammy, Oberon, Grandpa Vinnie, Evil Ruby ... and all the rest are getting old.
Bakersfield this weekend for the California Hot Rod Reunion. I should be getting ready. I'm gonna get ready.