Back in Pasadena, where the kittens are available and armed for cuddles and Harley had more than a few wiggles to greets us with when we came in the front door. It’s nice to know that no matter where you are, no matter how you feel about a place or an apartment or what have you…it’s those things, like watching Louie try to knock Adam’s blackberry out of his hands so they can scratch his ears instead…or listening to the loud ‘thwump’ of a cat jumping off the kitchen counter as we turn the front door key – knowing full well that a certain tricolored mischief maker will protest that she is innocent, I tell you innocent!

Anyway, random notes, but they mean something to me for being familiar, comforting, home.

Now time for sleep.