Another morning in the newly purchased Clinton home. So far, Lorenzo (cat) has stalked and eaten the head off a cricket that was hopping around my carpet. Eli chewed all the paint off the side of his crib. I drank rotten, bitter orange juice until I realized that was what was giving me a stomach ache.
In other news: I have been working for a woman in a nursing home while she is recovering from knee surgery. Every time I go there, I see such sad, elderly people pulling themselves along in their wheelchairs asking me to help them. They had a luau last week. The nurses were playing hot-potato with the residents using a beach ball and throwing it around the room. Since everyone in there is sick and rather uncoordinated, the ball kept hitting people in the heads but still the game went on.
My cat is looking out the window and trying to chirp with the birds. He is nuts. It is the weirdest thing any animal has ever done.
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