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A photo of our three boy cats on the back table. Vivi is the tuxedo cat on the left, sitting loaf style and looking down. Raven is the tuxedo cat in the middle; he has white paws and is sniffing his brother's backside. To the right is Halo, who is white with tabby markings. He's yelling at Raven for some reason.Z and I had a wedding reception to attend yesterday, which — we were happy to go, if only for a little bit. It’s fair to say we’re both kind of lump-like today, because leaving the house for a couple of hours is Too Much™® for either of us.

But yeah, it was really nice to see a lot of the local crowd. Seeing as how we’re not like, in our 20s/30s and out drinking all the time, the socialisation as a whole has fallen right off. Of course, both of us stopped drinking like, 15 years ago, so between that and borked bodies, the appeal of pub time isn’t there anymore. *chuckles*

I’ve got my video call thing tomorrow, which… I don’t know how I feel. A bit like it’s a pointless waste of *my* time, but shizz. I’ve got to do something. I also reminded the kids that he’s their MP as well, should they ever want to email their concerns. I strongly encouraged elder to consider it, since they had specific concerns with the Supreme Court ruling. They’re on my list of things to bring up, of course, but one would think a teenager emailing about something might hold more oomph.

Right. Gonna curl up with my games, watch some Lost with beloved, and yeah. Enjoy my evening.

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