The stock market. Or as John Stewart said last night, "They're just fucking with us."
Got twelve big boxes of books in yesterday, but only had time to deal with 2 of them. Going to try to work on the other books today. It's a matter of slight adjustments all over the store. So I'm going to try to keep the store from being too disrupted during the business day while I slowly morph the store again.
We have a starving cat in the neighborhood, but it's so illusive, we usually on catch glimpses of it. I'd feed the damn thing if it would let me. Let it be an outdoor cat; maybe win it over enough to take it to the humane society. Or...let it just come around once a day for a bowl of food.
Very sad.
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