Cold… Again… As Usual

It is 81 degrees out here in Westwood, MA.

I am sitting at my desk, shivering with cold.

Effing air conditioned nightmare*

Here’s a cat to make us all feel better about how cold it is in the office.


*That’s a Steve Hackett reference.

Harry’s Cat

I think my step son Harry loves both of our cats very much, but if I am being honest, I think Robin is his favorite. I also think that Robin knows this, and I think that Harry is Robin’s favorite human. They are best buds, really.

As I have mentioned a few thousand times on this little journal of silliness, my work from home office space is currently situated in Harry’s room. When he moved to Burlington he took most of his furniture with him, including his bed. In it’s place, Jen and I bought a day bed that can double as a couch when Harry isn’t home with us, and a bed when he is.

Earlier today, while I was working, I turned around for a second and found this view of Robin sleeping on the day bed.

I sent it to the family group text and said I think this means that Robin misses Harry. I think that is clear.