The band is getting back together. I suppose, though, that we're not
really 'getting back' together as much as we are 'getting together'.
Some members are different and some are the same. Each will have
his own individual purpose. Practices will be firing up
next week. Stay tuned for more.
Yesterday was a good day. Today is following suit. I have done
nothing so far and it's 11:44 am. That is unheard of within my schedule.
Tuesdays are my chill days. I need to guard them for dear life.
On top of everything else that has been wild in the past week, and
after many arrows fired to the Throne, some lady called me yesterday
at around 3 pm. She said 'Are you the owner of...Luca?' I swallowed
and said yes. I was sure my cat was dead. 'Well, she tried to cross
Gladstone street a few times but we picked her up and she's safe
now. I'll keep her in my front vestibule until you can pick her up.'
Matt Roberts picked me up to go out for coffee and we burned over
to the lady's house and picked up the freaked out cat. She whined
a bit when I picked her up but she figured out who I was within a
few minutes. She's been sleeping straight (with a few quick
wake-ups for food and water) for nearly 24 hours now. She was
missing from Friday at 6 pm until Monday at 3 pm. Almost 72
hours. How she survived the wild streets of Centretown is beyond
me.
Rescue mission successful.
