It’s been too bloody hot lately for deep thoughts. There are deep thoughts a-brewing, and after a bit of percolation, they will be ready to be served. However, I don’t do well in the heat. To give you an idea of how thoroughly miserable I become, last night in lieu of making dinner, or even going out to eat, I opted to find the closest AM/PM (which is a gas station convenience store), buy the largest sized Icee they had and a bag a chips and just call that dinner.
There are things happening, and they will be written about once the fog rolls in again. In the mean time, let me introduce you to the latest addition to my household: Peabody. I’m not sure if that will be Mr. Peabody, or just plain ol’ Peabody. Mr. Binkles is still not pleased with the new addition, but I think he’s getting used to having a neighbor (and hopefully, one day, a roommate). He’s sweet, and very confident little bunny. And a horny little bugger too. He has tried to mount poor Alaska, my frail 17 year old cat, as well as my leg, and performs a little mating dance whenever the boyfriend comes over. Shhhh, don’t tell him, but next paycheck someone is getting neutered.