It's October. I hate that word. Always have. Always will.
Dear Wife is over next door with the nearby family womenfolk at a garage sale. Partly a way to make a couple bucks selling off no-longer-needed items that are underfoot (like clothes that the kids grew out of) or trashy "romance" novels (soft-core porn I call it) or just general "stuff". Whatever. It lets them gossip with each other and the neighbors and the occasional passer-by.
So it's pretty quiet here. The rescue kitten == dubbed "Princess Squeak" courtesy of a truly weir vocalization -- is lying by the door, having visions of escape I think. The two boys were, at last sight, snoozing on our bed.
I was awakened at 05:28 by three cats walking back and forth on me, demanding breakfast. So, seeing no alternative (except drowning three cats, an attractive option not open to me) rose and fed them. Then took an hour to get back to sleep, And slept late. I skipped a shower (again) in order to jump into clothes, help her dress and get coffeed up, carried stuff next door for her, did all that stuff. Then got called over twice more in the next 45 minutes to deal with various matters.
Such is life these days.
The Old Testament reading for the morning is chapters 22 and 23 of Isaiah.
The New Testament passage for this evening is chapter 3 from the Epistle to the Ephesians.