bike accident
Into my boring, humdrum, non-newsworthy life entered an event which finally qualifies for family news. (That's my justification, subtly given, for writing so seldomly.) To give you a hint, I'm hunting and pecking with 1 finger as I write this... We have been stalked by a cat for about a year now, maybe longer. Said cat sneaks in through any window left open (or the back door) and quickly and sneakily makes her way to the kitchen. Why the kitchen? The obvious answer is any food left accessible -- butter on a plate the night before is half gone in the morning, bread wrapped in plastic is ripped open and partially eaten, garbage bags are ripped out and artistically spread over the room, etc. But the real answer is the chair ... my chair ... which sits in the corner of the kitchen. This chair is overstuffed and highly comfortable, except for the slight ammonia smell that wafts from it periodically and (blessedly rarely) wafts quite strongly. Did I mention that this chair tha