9:23 a.m. and all’s well here. Not much else to say than that. Dolly is sulking in a dark corner somewhere, trying to make Graham feel guilty for ruining her comfortable living room. Graham, when he’s not attempting to console Dolly, is dividing his time between Muse message boards and the scraping up of 30-year old Marley tiles from the living room floor. Me, long since immune to the whinings and moanings of the Mega-cat, I’m keeping warm, happy, and as out of the way as I can manage.
Like I say, all’s well here.
