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What went before ONE: Chores done, including remaking the bed with nice clean sheets, that may help me sleep tonight. I have regretfully had to close the windows, because there is not a breath of air moving outside and it was 85F/29C in my office, which is -- too warm.
Wordle has also been solved, so! I guess it's time to find something to eat for lunch, so I can go to work.
What went before TWO: I cleared off half of the top of the supply dresser, so Rook and Tali can use the side window. Not that any of these cats are spoiled.

What went before THREE: Hey, it's raining. We really need rain.
I? Am not done inputting the correx, but I've come to a picky bit, and I'm tired, so instead of pushing myself to frustration -- knocking off now; early-ish to bed, and tomorrow's a new day.
Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.
What went before FOUR: I think they're trying to tell me something:

Monday, and it's a Beautiful Morning. I have opened every window in this house that opens. Sirius XM popup channel 80s ChillPill is my morning entertainment, currently listening to "Sweet Dreams" from the Eurythmics.
I had a lovely, long sleep, despite which the day started . . . awkwardly.
As has become the habit, I got up and immediately gave Trooper his gravy-and-meds and got dressed while he was chowing down. Came out to the kitchen with the intention of making scrambled eggs with Inclusions, followed by Trooper who was screaming his head off, despite having just eaten. I applied snuggles; that wasn't it. I offered dry food, which is never it, anymore, but I was starving and really needed to eat. Yelling continued to a point where I actually couldn't think, and when you can't think to scramble eggs, you're in a bad spot.
I put Trooper, and Rook, for company, into the bathroom, closed the door, and went back to the kitchen to make my own breakfast. Got the Inclusions into the frying pan. Reached for the salt grinder, and?
The base fell off. Salt everywhere. I mean, yeah, thank ghu it was salt and not, oh, molasses, but yikes! I finished making breakfast, let Trooper and Rook out of the bathroom, ate breakfast, opened a can of gooshy food for Trooper, who at least licked the gravy, and cleaned up the salt. I don't have any more coarse salt to pour into the Oxo grinder, and anyhow the Oxo grinder and I need to have A Talk . . . and -- sigh. OK, guys, the Eurythmics was great, and Whitney Houston I can tolerate, but I draw the line at Peter Cetera. I guess the 80s were a mixed bag.
Where was I? Oh, Come to Jesus with the Oxo Salt Grinder. I do have a McCormick disposable grinder full of salt, so that's what I'm playing with now.
Recapping: The salt has been cleaned up, Trooper has had his second breakfast and is in his box on my desk, sleeping. Junior Grade Cats are distributed in various windows. I need to stage the trash, perform my duty to the cats, do the bookkeeping I've been avoiding, write a letter, make a call for my annual eye appointment, and then? I can write.
How did your Monday start out?
Today's blog post title brought to you by the Eurythmics, "Sweet Dreams"