Count Puckula

As soon as Friday the 13th rolled around, my black cat knew it was his day to shine. And by “shine”, I mean “basically lurk in the shadows like he always does.”


He’s pretty good at that.


Black cats are pretty good luck. Even the ones fat enough to take up a lot of real estate on your desk.

A nice warm day

You have no idea how much a nice warm day – and by “warm” I mean “65 degrees with a pretty good wind so we’re probably talking about 62 tops” – is welcome after several weeks of near-constant snow and ice. Since the beginning of the year one could be excused for thinking we’ve gone through more icing than a cake shop. Anyway, the cumulative effect of a relatively nice warm day was… happy faces.

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