I can’t handle it. I was thinking about something to write and could only think of writing from the perspective of my cat. While he is a super smarty pants (takes after Z) and loves his dairy (mainly butter and cheese) he also is a very poor typist so all you get is me. He is yowling in protest at my feet and just actually bit me on my kneecap. I came home a bit late after running some errands tonight and more or less the last thing I really wanted to do was make dinner. I did it anyhow. We had cauliflower & gruyere soup and french dinner rolls. It’s supposed to be creamy cauliflower & gruyere soup but I forgot to swirl in the cream at the end. I also ran short of gruyere and supplemented that with white cheddar. We ate it anyway and lived to tell the tale. I even made a batch of rice crispy treats while it bubbled away on the stove.