The cat–Woodrow–bled in my office chair while I was at work yesterday. The blood is dry, but it soaked into the nylon webbing, and I’m not sure at all how to clean it. Thank you, Woody.
I keep a notebook on my dresser, in case I have a brainwave in the middle of the night and want to jot down some ideas. (“Performance Appraisal” was plotted out this way.) For reasons unknown, sometime in the past few days I wrote down “demonstrably crazy.” The words are oversized and scrawled, but legible, and canted at a forty degree angle from the lines. I have no idea what I meant. “Demonstrably crazy”?
My coffee tastes a little blah today.