Of Soap and Spock

14,961 Days Alive

I got to make cold processed soap today with Owl. I am more than a little worried because Mr. Spock is under the weather and he’s just so damn old for a cat.

I’m going to bed in self-defense.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Tea Spills and Torrential Downpours

14,889 Days Alive

4 Layers of Clothing Soaked Through Getting from My Vehicle to the Front Door

1 Spilled Cup of Slightly Splenda-Sweetened Sweet Tea

Physics defeated me this evening by reminding me that an object in motion will stay in motion unless acted upon otherwise. What does that mean? My hand, and a good square foot of my bedroom carpet, got covered in diabetic-friendly sweet tea.

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