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Me-usings and Me-emories

14 November 2020 - Imagine a job that requires you to wear a pager 24/7.  That is my life, and short of heavy sedation I am always on-call.  The grueling taskmaster is none other than myself, or at least my keen senses.  What to do when you can literally hear a pin drop or can smell a far-flung neighbor's cookout?  It is true that, once I have vetted a new sensation, I categorize it somewhere between "ignore in the future" and "always a threat"... but unknowns are constantly arising.  I assure myself that it is just my newness to the job, that eventually this box of tricks will be emptied of surprises.  An eternal stretch of blissful tranquility would be heaven.  However an irksome part of my brain also inserts into the conversation that "finite" can still be a very large number.

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

Hammer away

(unless you're the nail).

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

word of the day - purrsevere, keep meowing (what else can you do?)