Cathreen wants to see me take care of the cat before she can trust me with it when she's gone. I was the one who named him. Boise. Boy.
I stole the name from a Hemingway novel.
So What Do You Figure
Last night I watched a tv show that makes no sense while Cathreen watched Korean tv online in the other room. Later I tried to make sense of it for her.
I had friends over from up the street. We had to clean the house.
I should say, I had to clean the house. Which is fine, since I'm the one who invited them over. Sometimes we all watch this show together. Then it seems to make less sense, and also more.
We replaced the shampoo, how about that?
Cathreen's sisters are in a fit over who will take care of their mother. There's a lot to do.
Then there are the babies. Yesterday, one of them learned to suck his thumb. I don't mean to sound bitter.