I left the door locked, cat inside. Came home to a locked door. Cat outside. Open window. A long way down. But it’s either that or she can walk through walls. Which would be cool. But my guess is she fell out.


Getting up at 5:30 tomorrow to drive Sasha to the shuttle. Last year that was me. Going home. And Mark drove me to the shuttle and I had to sit next to a lady who was really weird and talked the whole way to Salt Lake and lived in Las Vegas and smelled like old lady soap.
I wish I could go home this summer too.