Positives for a Monday

Today wasn't bad, even though it was Monday.

1. With the paint finally dry, Katie got her gun put back together with no help from me. I brought her the pieces, and she disappeared with them and my screwdriver set, reappearing after half an hour with the completed piece. Proud of her. Now I want my screwdrivers back. Next step: barrel and flash suppressor, and I need to make the holster and accessories for the belt.

2. Rained on me just a little as I was taking the garbage to the curb. It is raining still. Autumn evenings and rain. Love it.

3. Apparently, my music was a great comfort to a dying cat. He dozed off, purring, to "Jamie Raeburn", and when the music stopped complained bitterly. It was a middle-aged folk singer rather than a flight of angels that sang him to his rest, and I'm absurdly pleased, even honored, that I was part of his final comforts. My fan club is down by one, and heaven is a little bit brighter. G'nite, Little Bit. Say hello to Tigger and Nafoill for us.