As the title suggests, I am not where I usually am, but where I come from.
[transit: coffee, walk, uncomfortable sunshine, subway, unexpected meeting, hand hold, fond goodbye, bus, headphones, timetables, walk, fond hello, car, a needed milkshake.]
Since then, I’ve been up to my ears in Christmas shopping and Scrabble and Arcade Fire at night and pizza and wine and antiquated murder mysteries and a rare but beloved call from my Bearded Co-Cat Finding Companion, who is currently several spaces more south than me. For now.
Now shall ensure a visual depiction of my whereabouts, in a cat-related, Mac-augmented sort of way. Featuring my White Haven Cat Correspondent, mon bon frere fromage croissant.
JQ. (Not pictured: science dad, sassy mom, also sassy sister, potentially impaired-but-sweet dog.)
So, Gato is pretty into my new computer. As am I, but not quite to this extent.
Cat Luv 4Eva
4x the amount of us as usual. Did I do that math right?
JQ explains that the cat is hawt.
And this one is scarier.
It was important for Cube that the cat be kissing herself.
I shall let out a contented sigh, and begin this season of joy and snacks.
Quinn-mas Begins.
