From this weekend's almost-daily: I puttered.
One of the reasons I'm so very behind today - and, lordy, so behind - is that I was in Lodi, NY, on Saturday to work on a story for Edible Finger Lakes. On the drive back, as I was coming through Ithaca so that I could go to Wegman's, the one true grocery, I spotted this bumper sticker:
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It's a sticker that only those who pre-ordered their copy of The Pale King the instant it was for sale will get, I suspect. But it made my heart do a funny little thing in my chest.
And your daily dose of cat.