It’s not Friday, ya bastids. But, it aint Monday, at least. And damned if we haven’t just about put August halfway behind us. It’ll be winter before you know it.

While Granny is away, it’s up to me to deal with the cat box, and, in particular, the one cat who does nothing but have explosive diarrhea all over the place. And, I do mean all over the place. Far be it for me to complain, but it’s pretty disgusting, I must say (and I’m not easily disgusted). Otherwise, the bachelor life aint so bad. The dog and I get to sequester ourselves in my room cat free, and with the air conditioner blasting away. It’s just too bad I have to leave it (the room, that is) once in a while, to grab a cold one. Not that I don’t have a mini fridge in my bedroom, of course, but it doesn’t have a freezer. And drinking beer out of a non-frosted mug is just, so, uncivilized.

If I don’t have a mug fresh from the freezer, the terrorists win.