It is very cold and still dark, though quite late. Neither Sluggo nor the cats want me to go to sleep. There must be a thin fog in the air again tonight, as Venus has a halo. I looked through some old notebooks and found one of my younger selves there. We have to stop meeting like this. I've successfully jogged my memory. I wish I could jog my presence. Five blankets tonight, and one cat for my head. Goodnight.
New refrigerator. Nephews swarming everywhere. Broken shower door repaired. Leaky toilet fixed. One cat in a panic, the other sticking her nose in everything, supervising. Refrigerator contents sitting on back porch, waiting for new refrigerator to get cold. Screwdriver lost. Telephone in constant use, no internet. Juno quasi-hosed, anyway. No walk. Shower late. Must go. No time.