Look, he's a very noisy catboy bard

Particularly when something comes up on random shuffle that is exactly him.

I wonder where I'm going
And where I belong
What this plastic world can offer me—
The only truth I understand
Is that within my song
And in the smoke-filled pictures that I see—

Nearly to the end of my long run of "too much week in my week, starting with too much weekend in my weekend" as noted before ("no more fun, mommy, no more fun"). ER had two days off school to recover from the heat exhaustion - it would've been just one but she threw up yesterday morning, and spent the day basically completely not ill but of course we couldn't send her to school under the circumstances so she got a gleeful excess of screen time.

I have just attempted to explain the Glorious Twenty-Fifth of May to people who did not have context. Also I have remembered to put it in my calendar of religious observances rather than just depending on seeing the internet tell me that it's that time again.

But anyway. Back to my catboy.

( I accidentally an ENTIRE BEAR )

( Which led me in a roundabout way to figuring out when his birthday is. )