Something about winning 500 games of Wordle in a row makes me think this distraction is not with the time. Maybe I’ll start playing in French.

I’ve learned to tile over laminate countertops, and I’m starting to update my ugly pink kitchen counters (since I can’t afford new countertops) with some of the gorgeous tile I bought at construction auction. I feel happy getting to work with tile again.

Here’s the first skim layer of thin set.

Okay, but is your sexy-assed bedroom complete without scaffolding?

Saturdays can be a bit lonely. It’s been a month since my last sip of alcohol, which is how I’d normally deal with it. Usually, this more introverted life suits me great. Today, I’m piling chores on myself to cope. The upside is that, after nearly a year, it’s starting to feel like a home here.

It’s the last night of the Star Trek cruise, and I’m having the last alcoholic drink of my life.

Bartender Victor prepared something wonderful, and I’m enjoying this last round with one of my life’s dearest and most important friends, Beto.

I baked 15 pies yesterday, having finally roasted the huge Blue Hubbard pumpkin I bought in the fall. Plus some apple pies from the tree in my yard, plus some strawberry & autumn olive* pies using autumn olives I picked from trees on my work’s property.

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The factory is closing until Thursday to keep everyone safe. I dropped my accounting class, so I have TWO magically uncommitted days! I can clean every floor in this house and practice that older method of cutting crown molding. Bliss!

Here’s Nuka living the good life with Cleocatra’s affection.

Rude.

Bengal cats: Houteeni’s little spotted belly!

In case nobody else you’re following is cross-dressing in double paisley today:

Life with Bengal cats: This one is 100% trying to figure out how the window works so she can get the birds. I’m ever-so-slightly concerned she’ll figure it out.

What beautiful, loving mechanical geniuses they are.

Singing to my cat.

Beeps: understands that I pet the cats who are closest to me, so sits right against… my lower back.

Beeps: doesn’t want to be apart from me today, and knows I take boxes with me if I place them by the door, so tries to be really still and silent in one of them… all 12 pounds of them.

Showed up to work this beautiful day in two different patterns of silk leopard print. I’m so happy. Doesn’t match at all.

It’s so beautiful today.