“I fancy this, I fancy that
I wanna be so flash
I give a little muscle
And I spend a little cash
But all I get is bitter and a nasty little rash
And by the time I’m sober
I’ve forgotten what I’ve had
And ev’rybody tells me that it’s cool to be a cat
Cool for cats…”

-Squeeze

And by cat I, of course, mean hep cat in reference to your underwhelming narrator. The kids are still using “hep cat” these days, aren’t they?

I’m finding that sitting in front of a computer for ten plus hours a day and writing for a good part of that time leaves me pretty dry for the old interwebs. And hell, it’s been well over a week since I’ve run a gratuitous baby photo….

Dr. O’C, as a kindness, occasionally sends me photos while I’m at work.  I love getting them. Little glimpses of her and Z’s day. From what I can tell, they eat a lot of ice cream…

…are working on basic vandalism skills…

…and seem to be running some kind of dog fighting ring. I’m missing out on the best of times whilst working.

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