Fame, of a Twisted Sort

You know you are of some strange level of notability when not only does your cat Twitter, but so does your ego.

For the record, I write neither of those. I have no idea who does. I do assume it’s not really my cat or my ego, however. I think I would know.

Still Alive

In fact, I just got home. Now I don’t have to do any travel for two whole weeks! Golly, I hardly know what to do with myself.