The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Like Schroedinger's Cat. Only older, and more solid. I'm journaling (it's a verb now) in between cleaning the bathrooms and vacuuming the rug, as well as overusing the dangling -ing. The title is either a reference to my birthday, or to my cat, Bast, who is 77 in cat years and needs twenty-four hours of sleep a day, sometimes a few more, and who currently also needs her remaining kitty teeth brushed. Anyone want to tackle that?

( For brevity's sake, Birthday Thoughts are sub rosa, er, I mean, behind the cut. )

Sonya gave me a challenge, writing-wise; and it is a hard one, but I'm going to sit down to it -- even though the book I'm reading is stellar -- as soon as I put away the Clorox Wipes and the Scrubby Bubbles and the Bowl Duck.