It got up to the 50s here today, which was warm enough for sandals and thus a pedicure. So I met a friend for lunch and pedies.

Now I'm watching a 2000 version of Loves Labours Lost. It's a Brannagh production set in 1939, with early and mid-20th century musical numbers sprinkled throughout. I don't know that it works, exactly, but it's sort of a fun mess.

Ridiculous thing on my mind lately: Is my grandfather's old flight suit still around, so I can use it for a Poe Dameron costume? I have not yet actually looked for it (probably in the attic).

I just posted this in response to a conservative religious friend parroting a policeman's butthurt outrage about Democrat candidates acknowledging abuses of police power as a problem:

Explain to me how pretending there are no problems with increasing militarization, racial bias, and brutality in police departments will be helpful to and respectful of the good police officers that do their jobs correctly and don't engage in such abuses of power. Wouldn't it be to their advantage to have the bad apples held accountable and removed from the streets rather than include them in a conspiracy of silence where nothing improves?

Those familiar with the Bible, can you point me to a good verse that echoes the Edmund Burke quote "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."? I want to be ready for his Why Do You Hate God/America? response.

Presence of orange tabby in the basement has turned Pumpkin into a hissing nutcase, so much so that Loki gets freaked out and goes and hides in the closets. I only reboot them by feeding treats progressively closer until they are cheek to jowl with no drama. And then Pumpkin remembers other cat and we reboot again.

Other girl prefers wet food to dry treats. And drools for ear rubs. And won't leave the top step now that I've blocked all the bolt holes. Which she was really annoyed about. BARCS is the morning, can't cope with all this drama.

Oh dear god, Loki is hiding under the bed.... He's such a baby.

Oh sarameg, such kitty tsuris!

Relatedly, Isaac and I met a couple neighbors while we were bike riding this afternoon. A very sweet, very pretty, black cat had just showed up in their yard, presented her belly for pets, and wolfed down a can of tuna. They feel obliged to try and find the original owners, sure, but I can already see that they are smitten, so... new cat!

Matt, I'd go with the Burke quote myself. An oldie but goodie. My mom used to keep that written out, in her own hand, on her desk. After she died, and long after she could no longer write, I stashed the note away because it was in her own hand.

Other cat got right pissy after being fed, clearly looking for a way out. No time for that. 11am, im at the shelter door.

I had the wonderful pleasure of having dinner with Matilda, David, JZ, shrift, and Sylvie. Delicious goat taco was delicious. As was the duck taco - thanks for sharing, David.

But the evening did not start without EXTRA ADDED GIFT WITH PURCHASE in the form of the clutch on my father's car deciding to give out part way up a very SF hill, in the middle of heavy traffic with no way to pull to the side of the road. After repeatedly trying to coax the car into behaving, I called my dad who brought their Leaf to my rescue. We traded off cars so I could meet up with the gang and he awaited AAA. My dad and his wife have been so gracious about it and I feel so responsible.

I had the wonderful pleasure of having dinner with Matilda, David, JZ, shrift, and Sylvie. Delicious goat taco was delicious. As was the duck taco - thanks for sharing, David.

It was so fun.

Suzi managed to not only get stuck in traffic, she got stuck on a very steep hill with a not working car with people honking at her as she slid backwards. A little stressful. But she soldiered on and there were tacos waiting for her.

I would have been freaking out, SuziQ. I love driving a standard, but I live in a flat land. If I lost the clutch on a steep hill tears would happen. I did have some not fun times on icy hills in NY. Eeep! Very good that there was comfort and friendship at the end of your road. And tacos!