Of course not everyone is enjoying such good fortune. I have heard rumors that some terrible disaster has befallen Cleveland, for example, but I have no intention of trying to discover its exact nature. I will simply sit in the cool of the evening and say a quiet prayer for the deliverance of the afflicted. And after all, some decades ago Cleveland survived the event in which the Cuyahoga river actually burst into flames. A burning river is downright apocalyptic. How much worse could the city's present circumstances be, whatever the cause?
Wheelie bin night has come around again, and I still have trash to gather and put out. Specifically, I must empty Portia's litter box. I can tell even from in here that she has lately made use of it. The older she gets, the less concerned she becomes with burying things. Perhaps her sense of smell is fading. At moments like this I wish mine would.
Off to remove the feline's offense!