Teh Squeaky Wheel
Catatonic Kitteh Thursday greetin’s, Wheelizens; how are you all feline this morning?
Aside from substandard puns, I got nothin’.
This seems to be truer with each passing day:
Happy Thursday -- and that’s all I got.
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
I’m sure the cat would spring into action if the cat food supply was threatened.
The smoke from the wildfires has given the skies an eerie orange tint for the last several days. I don’t like it -- it set’s me on edge.
We haven’t gotten the orange tinge here, Paddy, but it’s been overcast and smokey. There’s an ominous waiting feel to things outside -- I blame Fatwa and his impending arrival.
Back to Vivaldi -- liking it better than Bach.
Hey, Sven and Paddy!
That “eerie orange tint” all over the Left Coast (Bay Area, Portland, SoCal) is creepy.
Being orange, I’m just sure it must be Trump’s doing.
Just got back from a Lowe’s run; SiL’s scheduled to install our new back door Sunday (and says he can do it without my help as I’ll be in Camarillo). Made sure he’s got shims, molding, a can of foam insulation spray and two kinds of caulking.
Finding shit at “Home Labyrinth” (H/T “Beavis & Butthead”) was extra fun with foggy spectacles due to the damned face mask. Fuuuuuu…
I’ve taken to wearing a neck gaiter because of the fogging issue. Yes, it’s much more porous, no, I’m not worried about getting the Chinese Lung Rot from a trip to Trader Joe’s.
Glad you’ve got someone to help with those home improvement chores -- especially things like hanging doors.