Didn’t quite make 10k today but at least I got close. Planning on getting up early and walking with my wife before she heads to work tomorrow. She’s a morning person; I am quite the opposite. But on days when I can crawl out of bed early enough, it’s lovely to stroll down to the lake with her.
Our household includes a loveable 100-pound puppy as well as two cats. One of the cats (Bootsie AKA Boots AKA Murder Kitty) is a stone-cold killing machine. Mice, birds, baby rabbits — his slaughter never ceases. His brother (Frankie AKA Frankenstein AKA Piglet) would probably starve to death if the humans failed to feed him.
Bootsie (The Angel of Death) would be useful if he stuck to killing critters that had decided to make our home their home. But no, he also goes outside to hunt and then brings his kills inside. This morning, a bloodied chipmunk on the kitchen floor greeted me as I went to brew a pot of coffee. This evening when I came back into the house after taking puppers for a walk, most of a mouse on the living room floor.
Oh, the joys of living with a reaper of souls.