Mr. Crazy and Glamor girl eat a little oatmeal with their sugar. Mr. Crazy has a method of eating where he sits in the chair, jumps off, runs around to the other side of the chair, gets back on. This is what he does while he chews. Why waste time just sitting there, after all?

The street is quiet today because the daycare at the school around the corner is closed. What do those parents do? Where do they stick their kids when daycare is shut down?

The watering restrictions have been tough on my garden. If I don't seize the few hours I'm allowed, the garden suffers for 48 hours.

This morning I found a kitchen where dishes had erupted from a volcanic sink; cat poop was on the ground (I told the gray cat: "One more time and you're back in the garage."), cat poop in the litter box, and pulvarized cat food powdered here and there (the gray cat has trouble swallowing everything he chews, I guess). Turning on the vacuum cleaner terrifies the little baby so I am helping her recover for half an hour.

So I ask Glamor girl: "What's you're favorite thing in the whole world?"

Glamor Girl: "Ummmmmmm, going around and around. That's what I like!"