There's bluegrass music on the air so it must be Saturday. I have a hard enough time concentrating without the music but it's impossible for me to interpret quantum writings with bluegrass in the background. So I've given up reading for today so I don't miss anything important.
When I finish this I'll head out to Chino for the flight demo of the P-38 at the Planes of Fame. I'll take the time while I'm there to wander around among the rest of the collection of planes of all ages. It's a great museum of WWI & WWII aircraft mostly.
I was watching TV last evening when I heard a loud thump. Looking around, there was Tigger laying dazed on the floor. She seemed more surprised than anything. She had fallen off of the coffee table where she had been comfortably roosting. I guess she fell asleep. She didn't seem to be her regular self so I tried to check her out but she never has accepted much handling so I really didn't satisfy myself of her condition until I saw her moving around this morning. All's well that ends well.
Cats in the morning are proof that we're all on this flight together.
Dick
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