Gloombusting
Stronger coffee in the morning was required, and the skies cleared gradually by late afternoon. We did some chores, and pondered many more. Caught a nature program new to us called "Meerkat Manor." Odd, kind of anthropomorphized observations of meerkat colonies in the Kalahari Desert, but it elicited chuckles and appreciation, as well as rapt attention from our cat.
The New York Review of Books has been on a roll lately, with solid reviews of books I want to add to the TBR pile.
Pamuk's "Snow" grows increasingly nightmarish, but reading it is like looking into a distorted little world based on a mixture of historic currents and future projections. Or something like that.
The New York Review of Books has been on a roll lately, with solid reviews of books I want to add to the TBR pile.
Pamuk's "Snow" grows increasingly nightmarish, but reading it is like looking into a distorted little world based on a mixture of historic currents and future projections. Or something like that.
posted by isabelita at 2:03 PM
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Our cats (now cat) never catch anything themselves. When they want to impress us with alleged cat-ness, they buy dead mice and birds from real cats in the neighborhood.
They're too much like squirrels, one of which terrified this cat when he was a kitten, rearing up on its hind legs and hissing at him. So I doubt he'd even try!
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