spatch and I have concluded our Black Kitten 'Thon 2024, for which we chose once again not to run ourselves into a wall with twenty-four hours of science fiction film and instead watched an appealing selection of shorts and features within the designated window as we were up for them. We went for a walk before dawn. Verna's is long gone, but I had secured donuts from Tatte. Hestia contributed the pounds per square inch of her small paws and her intent mew. I have to sleep so much.