Just keep a bunch of 7-week-old kittens closed up in your bedroom/office 24/7, and see what it does to the joy factor in your living space!

Although a couple of them are really, really wanting to go out into the hallway now, so I have to be careful when I open the door.

And a couple of the fully grown cats out in the hallway really, really want to know what the heck is going on in here.

But since Mommy (Little Blackie) still ferociously attacks all the other cats in the house (she got out once), I’m not ready to start introducing everyone yet.

But meanwhile, the frolicking in here never stops. (I can’t even get a decent photo anymore because they don’t stay still long enough — unless, for a nano second, they’re sleeping.)

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There’s not much to post about today. I spent yesterday afternoon/evening, working on pages that Peitor had sent over.

Although I did manage to get some yoga done, too. Yay. And it was during that nano second when all the kittens were asleep, so I was actually able to focus on the yoga (and relax) and not on trying to not step on any kittens. So, double yay.

Oh, and the interesting thing that happened yesterday — my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man did NOT want to go out for Japanese food.

This is a first, gang. He always wants to go out for lunch. But he said he just wasn’t up to going anywhere, which alarmed me a little bit. But we still had a great afternoon, chatting, laughing, uncovering the meaning of vodka martinis Life…

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Overall, I’m just kind of a little overwhelmed here. Mostly with stuff pertaining to the TV series project.

Mostly because, every time I find a moment to sit at my desk and get some edits done to Episode 2, Peitor sends over more edits to the edits-in-progress. So I have to stop everything and start over.

I don’t think he has a “pause” button… if he does, it’s broken.

But anyway. I am trying to find a way to balance everything. So far, I’m feeling kind of lucky that at least I’m still waking up in the morning. So we’ll start with that — Square One.

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Okay, here’s this!

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And here’s this!

A fave photo from my desktop stash, as we await the passage of 13 more days before the next Nick Cave tour begins (buy tickets here! I think there are maybe 4 tickets left…)

Blixa and Nick from yesteryear:

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And that’s it for today. I gotta scoot and — yes — call the Honda dealership!

They texted me yesterday to say they had discovered that I need 2 different filters and a windshield wiper blade replaced. I don’t know about you, but I’m thinkin’ that sounds like a 15-minute fix, right???

Here’s hoping it won’t take another 3 fucking hours. I like the guys at the Honda dealership but, like, not THAT much.

But we shall see. (My car is leased, so anything that needs fixing, I gotta fix. That way, when I trade it in for a new lease, the value remains really high. And the payments on the next lease go really low…)

Meanwhile, enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Our new Daily Feature continues!

Gifts Keith Richards gave me when I was a wee bonny girl!!

Wherein I regale you with “songs Keith loved, that he would talk about in an interview in some magazine, and then I’d go out and try to find the record and then buy it with my babysitting money, and then I’d listen to it alone in my intense little room, playing it on the portable record player that my dad bought me, and the song would change my life. “

Today’s selection!!

Robert Johnson, “I Believe I’ll Dust My Broom”, 1937. Enjoy, gang!!

“I Believe I’ll Dust My Broom”

I’m gointa get up in the mornin
I believe I’ll dust my broom
I’m gointa get up in the mornin
I believe I’ll dust my broom
Girlfriend the black man you’ve been lovin
Girlfriend can get my room

I’m gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
I’m gonna write a letter
Telephone every town I know
If I can’t find her in West Helena
She must be in East Monroe I know

I don’t want no woman
Wants every downtown man she meets
I don’t want no woman
Wants every downtown man she meets
She’s a no good dooney
They shouldn’t allow her on the street

I believe, I believe I’ll go back home
I believe, I believe I’ll go back home
You can mistreat me here babe,
But you can’t when I’m back home

And I’m gettin up in the mornin
I believe I’ll dust my broom
I’m gettin up in the mornin
I believe I’ll dust my broom
Girlfriend the black man you been lovin
Girlfriend can get my room

I’m gonna call up Chiney
See is my good girl over there
I’m gonna call up China
See is my good girl over there
I can’t find her on Phillipine’s island
She must be in Ethiopia somewhere

c – 1937 – Robert Leroy Johnson