The kitty insists on hanging out on the porch tonight. There's nothing but drizzle and thin fog outside. She must be very tired of being in the house. I don't blame her. A warm day or two would be nice, so we could open the windows and air the place. It's gotten stale.
There was something else I was going to say, and it's gone. I don't know what's wrong with my brain lately. It drops things.
I can't bear to listen to myself think one more thought right now. Distraction is essential.