COVID Senior Lockdown, Day 11

Have you noticed the internet is slowing down? Everybody working from home, not working from home because no bosses are watching, killing time bingeing Netflix. Only so much bandwidth out there. Here’s what I mean. It’s short. Won’t hurt the supply much.

By the way, the three-ingredient Boulevardier the other night was excellent. First time for both the missus and me. Like a Manhattan (a household favorite), but bigger and with more alcohol. Bourbon, sweet vermouth, and Campari. Recommended dosage: one.

Mrs. F had to make two drive-thru vet runs this morning. Followup for the old cat and an odd symptom on one of the young ones (the quiet one, not the noisy one). They’re both on steroids now. They’ve been in the basement lifting weights since lunchtime.

Sidebar: The missus, who is an experienced and smart animal caretaker, consulted our daughter, a less experienced but equally smart animal caretaker and volunteer, in an excellent cross-generational family consultation to determine that the young quiet cat really needed to go to the vet. They were right. Allergic to crickets. Who knew?

Speaking of cats (I promise this won’t turn into a Cat Lady column. It’s just cat day.): The missus has declared tomorrow Craft Friday and she found this wall mounted cat basket on Martha Stewart. We both think the young noisy cat will fit and stick well with the glue gun.