The Wire

If I open the door to the stairwell that leads to the basement with coffee in my hand, our cat Oscar will come out of nowhere and run between my legs to get down there.

He will chase our other cat, Leona, who wants to be left alone.

I don’t know what Oscar wants. I think he might want to kill Leona, but he’d likely settle for domination.

When she sees him, she runs to her hiding place. She hisses. Oscar doesn’t follow her in.

This is the most exciting part of my daily life, and it stresses me out. I hate it.

Meat Loaf is dead. I’ve been folding a lot of laundry.

These are the important updates. These are the things that matter.

I had no idea, the day I was born, that my daily life would have so many wires in it.