Cat Chronicles (a continuing saga): To misquote Kissinger, after frank & very earnest discussions, peace might well be at hand. cc @drjchernov.bsky.social

Cat Chronicles (a never-ending saga). Here’s Goodie (the bowtied chonk) being both annoying little bro & territorial asshole to a patient but sick-of-his-shit Ruth, while proving that he is, in fact, an orange cat who shares 1 brain cell with the neighborhood gingers. cc @drjchernov.bsky.social

I made fried rice for the kids for dinner. Junior decided that he needed to season it with 1/4 of a bottle of chili crisp, despite my warning that it would hurt coming out. But it’s good to be back with my babies & to feed them.

Some views from the Wild Atlantic Way last week. cc @drjchernov.bsky.social

@drjchernov.bsky.social & I named the rental “Junebug,” as it’s so small & cute. Not going to miss the stress of driving on the wrong side of the road, shifting gears with the wrong hand, or sharing narrow winding roads with Yanks who veer onto the right side as they careen towards me at 100 kph.

It’s exceedingly difficult to not love a pub that hasn’t gotten rid of the building’s original signage. Can confirm, the folks at the Greyhound were A+.

Signs seen in County Clare yesterday. I call the first 2, “do not jump into fire while chasing wild birds,” and “do not attempt to climb riot control shields.” The Guinness sign is self explanatory & damn near Gospel.

I had to fly across the Atlantic to find my spirit animal in County Clare.

Found on yesterday’s walk. What say you, @jasonkirell.bsky.social?

Belfast, are you so damn schizophrenic in the way you park, even on two-way roads?

Cat Chronicles (an endless saga): Goodie just pooped - not just any poop, but it was … white. How & why, you ask? Probably the tortilla he purloined last night, because Mom @drjchernov.bsky.social wouldn’t give him shrimp after he ate Ruth‘s dinner again & overall was being a shit to Big Sis.

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Cat Chronicles (a saga): Every 2 cat household has a princess who eats daintily, & an absolute demon spawn who will hoover anything g & everything left unattended by his big sis, up to & including licking her bowls for any spare morsels. cc @drjchernov.bsky.social

Cat Chronicles (a saga): They went from swatting at each other (but, pointedly, not making contact) from opposite sides of my closet door, to slow blinking to show trust. Is this how cat detente begins? cc @drjchernov.bsky.social

They claim he plays 3-D chess, but he's checkmating himself if he thinks allowing MBS to enrich uranium, to counteract an Iranian program that was stopped under an agreement he tore up, then supposedly destroyed many times over, has even a remote chance of not creating a regional nuclear arms race.

What to cook for your hardworking 17 year old who opened the bakery at 7:30 & is now having a nap? Korean squash fritters, of course. First batch is in & it’s tasty, especially with ponzu.

In an incident our daft & un-tabbed Secretary of Single Malt wouldn’t know, Ranger candidates died of hypothermia during Florida phase in 1995. The entire Ranger Training Brigade retooled, because no one with 1/2 a brain wants soldiers to die during training. Is safety woke? H/t @waitmanwbeorn.com

Saw a patio umbrella shading a rooftop AC unit next to my railroad stop, presumably to prevent it from overheating. As First Sergeant Stampley would have once said, “well, that’s a technique.”

My blueberry pancakes might not be as good as the ones at Camp Merrill, but my kids didn’t mind. Related: were those pancakes objectively good, or were we just so malnourished that we all have fond memories of them?

At my last checkup, the doc told me my BP was getting higher due to my age. Today’s driving lesson isn’t helping.

Enough mandatory fun, my region’s leaders have relocated to the hotel bar to watch 🇲🇽🇪🇨 until the next mandofun event later.

Okay, Colorado. The view from my room at dawn didn’t suck.

As venues for our company’s annual conference go, these photos are pretty representative of the dichotomy. I don’t hate it. Still, I was joking with one of the chefs about turning these rabbits into a pie or a braise.

Is there anything more wholesome than 1000 people dancing to YMCA in front of Stonewall at the start of the parade? Happy #Pride

Work week is finally over, which means train beer is in effect, time now. Taking my kids to their first #Pride 🏳️‍🌈 parade tomorrow, but only after a suitable brunch near Stonewall. Ain’t this town grand?

Goodie has decreed that I’m not allowed to get any work done until he’s had his fill of pets.

Goodie, earlier, while I helped Junior with his summer AP Govt project: I will allow you to pet me, but don’t expect me to face you. I have spoken.

Home from work. Too late to see my human children. My feline son, on the other hand, immediately guilt tripped me upon my return by pointing out his empty food bowl. Goodie, Mom @drjchernov.bsky.social says you’re a heckin chonker & I need to get cat Weight Watchers for you.

Close enough for guvmint work, as First Sergeant Walters used to tell us.

My happy place, but the workweek won’t end until tomorrow night. Bets on whether I can split the G?