The conference call with the Mariners GM turned out to be a loss. He got on and started droning and lost my attention within minutes. I was trying to figure out what kind of software/phoneware they were using and would Mike (my account rep) know if I just quietly slipped off he call... when bam. The connection was lost. Oh dear. Did I try to get it back. Er, nope. Faux baseball isn't getting it for me.
I did another episode of Belgravia - I have two left. It's rather a departure from Billions - I have two of those left, too. BUT, Billions' new season starts in two weeks.
I've had the door closed to the outside all day and haven't coughed all day. It's getting a little stuffy in here but it beats the heck out of coughing. Biggie wants to go outside but tough. He has a new bed and new cat dancer he can just tough it out. plenty of cats don't even have balconies.
The Governor is promising to lay out plans at 5 on how we come out of this whole thing. So far, he's acted entirely in the SusanDennisApprovalZone. Let's hope he keeps that up.
And... Biggie is investigating his new bed. He's giving it the old initial knead right now.