1. I call Kaufman from the balcony and as I turn to go back inside, I see him running along the path to the left of the house – he meows when he sees me: “I’m Kaufman, that’s me! Kaufman!”
1b. Thanks to Tilda’s reluctance to get in the cat basket, a wiff of TCP accompanies me throughout the day.
2. I’ve been trying to crack a design but I keep failing – it just won’t tile properly and the shapes aren’t right either. Then I take a step back and look at the pattern in a different way – the details aren’t in rotated squares, they’re in the spaces between circles.
2b. Drawing ideas for the pattern on graph paper of various sizes reminds me of creating or colouring similar intricate designs as a child: it conjures up the same feelings of pleasure and progress.
2c. Printable graph paper, with lots of different sized squares. The child/teenage version of me would be having kittens if she knew such things were just one click away. (She would also like the kittens.)
3. Strange and Lily sleep heavily on either side of me. The former adopts positions that, if they were upright and she was conscious, would be terribly active (she looks like she is running, or ready to pounce), while the latter twitches and pants as she chases dream squirrels.
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