Robin finds this episode of Doctor Who from 1965 absolutely riveting.

Robin finds this episode of Doctor Who from 1965 absolutely riveting.

She left two seconds after I took this.

I have two cats here with me who are both hopeful that you all are having a good day today.


At the dentist, but not for me.

Sorry, it just felt like a good time for a completely vague, cryptic kinda post. Hehe.
Is art form one word or two?


Clear evidence of a bird living in one of the bird houses!
Yesterday’s blogging theme was “I hate fascism and fascists suck” and today’s theme is “I love cats.” I much prefer today’s theme.
And sticking with today’s theme, here are pictures I took of both cats just a few minutes ago.
They both let me pet them, but Robin let me pet her belly for a second. That is a gift that she doesn’t often give.
I feel like things have been getting heavy and dark around here. That always happens when a certain fascist former president nudges his way into my view.
Here, to brighten things up, is Miss Robin Sparkles.
Enjoy!
I was able to get out to the movie theater parking lot to do some singing in the car. Success. Well, success-ish.
I had five songs ready to record. I was hoping to get to all of them, but I only had a little more than an hour and that probably isn’t enough time for five songs, even when I work with my super low standards. I got through three of the songs and then had to go home. I had time remaining, and I still had some voice left. I wasn’t tired, I could have kept going. Unfortunately, one of the roadblocks you encounter when you’re mentally defective and can’t sing when other people are around and therefore have to go to an empty parking lot to sing in the car when you have voice parts to record is that if you need to go to the bathroom, you need to go home.
Too much information?
The view from my recording studio this morning!