I promised you a quiet pre-release day post and instead you’re getting this, which I think is more representative of life around here anyway.
Yesterday was not, as it turns out, the calm and focused day I had planned and partially convinced myself I was having. It was, in fact, quite a lot of things in fairly rapid succession.
First: I went to town and bought a second Pusheen. This felt like an elegant solution to the ongoing territorial dispute between Hopalong and Pretty, the logic being that if there are two beds there is nothing left to fight over and harmony will naturally follow.
Neither cat wants either bed now.
I want it on the record that I considered this purchase carefully and the cats have collectively made a mockery of my reasoning. They are both, as far as I can tell, perfectly comfortable on other surfaces. The Pusheens sit there looking soft and inviting and completely ignored. I have no further comment.
Almost immediately upon arriving home I was turned around and deposited at the local school trivia night, which was an adventure in the very best sense. Our team — the Educated Guessers, which I think is an excellent name and I stand by it — came fourth out of eight, which is not our finest performance historically but is still a respectable middle and I will not hear otherwise.
I will probably never forget the answer Burger King Willy for as long as I live. I won’t tell you the question. Some things are better experienced than explained.
It was a genuinely good night, and I may have — entirely casually, purely in the spirit of conversation — pimped one of my releasing books to anyone within reasonable earshot. If you happened to be at that trivia night and you are now curious about hockey romance, hello, welcome, I am not sorry.
Came home. Went to bed. Did not pass go.
Today has also been a lot, and I will be back later with the full laundry list once I’ve lived enough of it to report on. Consider this the warm-up act.
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