Privacy

There is an episode of How I Met Your Mother where Lily thinks Marshall (her husband) is cheating because she finds credit card receipts showing that he is checking into hotels every work day. Turns out the truth is that he’s checking into hotels so that he can take a shit in private. He’s too embarrassed to take care of business at the office and he can’t just go home and do it, so he goes to hotels.

I want to state publicly that the writer of that episode is a genius. Never has there been a work of fiction that reflected real life as perfectly as this. It may be the most relatable 22 minutes of television ever made. Absolute genius.

In closing, here are a couple of sleeping cat pics I took last night.

Good Morning

Good morning and all that shit.

Monday

Cats

Plans

No band practice tomorrow. Singer has the flu. I did order a new reverb pedal today so that’s music progress or something.

The forecast is calling for clear skies at sunrise tomorrow. Should I take the camera to the coast and chase the sunrise? The forecast also calls for the temperature to be in the mid-20’s. Yeah, that would be a no thank you.

Jail

We are having work done in our kitchen today. Normally we keep the cats’ food and water in the kitchen but with the impending chaos I moved them into our bedroom.

While I was getting ready for work this morning, the two cats were hanging out in the bedroom with me. I took advantage of the situation to do something I am not proud of. When I left the room to go start work, I closed the door behind me and trapped the cats inside. Their food and water are in the room with them, and they can get to their litter box from there too.

So effectively… I have imprisoned them for the day. I am a mean and terrible cat owner. Shame on me.

Hi

Miss Lily says hi. She’s just trying to distract me from how royally pissed off I am about a certain chief justice of a certain supreme court. Asshole.

Thanks for being there, Lils.

Random Cats

While I stress over the death rattle of my dishwasher (friggin’ thing) and the coup that put a nazi dictator into the white house, I try to compensate and make myself feel better about everything by taking bad photos of cats.