Two cats for every girl
A couple of times a year I seem to wind up with these hellacious, but much appreciated, freelance jobs that go way into in the early morning. These jobs pay well, but 12 hours of working at the computer can be kind of lonely with no comfortable chatter that I have always come to rely on in all the newsrooms I've loved before. A suitable, but not complete, substitute I have discovered involves listening to reruns of the brilliant NPR show "Fresh Air" with Terry Gross and turning out the pants in one of my chester drawers and turning it into a kitter bed.Last Wednesday night I had to do with two drawers as Freddie, the gray boy, and Miles, the orange boy, were literally fighting for the same drawer. Mom gave Karen and I these fleece blankets with the pine cones on them and the cats love them as much as we do. When I look to my left and see two cats peacefully resting I don't feel alone and after all, I am working for them, right?
(This set up is reminds me of what Peter and Bobby Brady had back in the day.)
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They have no souls, you know.
I have really been getting into Fresh Air lately. Montana has excellent public radio. My mom keeps it on during all waking hours.
Jamie -- When I am in Missoula I am always torn between the college radio station and the public radio station because they both are incredible. I recall one afternoon public radio was playing live Neil Young and Bob Dylan back to back. Birmingham's public radio is about 85% classical space filler -- not even good classical. Our PBS is pretty good though and they do a good bit of very interesting historical programs. You are raising those babies right. One of my first memories is watching Sesame Street in my mother's lap -- still such a smart show.