When your arch enemy and best-ever nemesis can barely be bothered to show you the paw he will end you with, but it’s also a super cute wave if you don’t think about it. It helps not to think about it.

Home. Early. And I got to see what history’s greatest monster, MeanCat, does when he’s not expecting me. He was lounging in his back deck after 3rd brunch from Theresa. He looked up as I walked out, and then stretched and went back to sleep. His indifference to me is infinite

Big Leany. He’s big and he leans

Monday breakfast with all of The Eastside Orangeys. Check out how Chubba Wubbs Mommy runs right away to scratch the tires. It’s her thing. I loved on them all and listened as they ate and talked about the weather. We Are The Eastside Orangeys

The justices of the appeals court for the Skinnerville circuit are ready to hear the state’s motion on why crunchy treats are not “deeply rooted in this Nation's history and tradition.” The court has signaled it will not rule in the state’s favor.

When you’re watching a lovely rain shower, and a hurricane strolls up for fifteenth dinner.

I’ve intentionally led a stressful life, because I guess I do well trying to help others in terrible situations, from Coast Guard search & rescue to CIA case officer to police detective work. Now law school & eventually ADA or PD. But increasingly I want to tend to my own garden

“September '77 Port Elizabeth, weather fine It was business as usual In police room 619 …. When I try to sleep at night I can only dream in red The outside world is black and white With only one colour dead”

Sunday breakfast with all of The Eastside Orangeys plus Shaggy Limpers. Nice way to start the day

At a nursery to find a plant. A woman looks like she would appreciate some help. I tell her I don’t work there but can help. She doesn’t believe me…tells me I do work there. She is looking for a ‘happy plant’ for a sick daughter. We find the perfect one. I guess I do work there!

A perfect storm indeed. A decent soaker. No thunder. No wind. Just heavy rain. Yay

Another grade for spring semester. Got a B in First Amendment Law. I enjoyed that class. Onward

Saturday breakfast with the Eastside Orangeys plus a cameo by Shaggy Limpers.

If I could Baby, I'd give you my world How can I When you won't take it from me?

Fatal Hubris Part One of Two. MeanCat is big mad that his new gate isn’t painted back to orange

Friday breakfast with six of the seven Eastside Orangeys. I Love The Way You Look Up At Me aka Favorite Teenage Orangey 1 was his usual punk self. The rest of the gang tolerates him cuz he’s got a nice car or something I don’t know. But we love this gang.

Oh sweet fancy Moses we had some decent rains today. Gracias and merci and shukran. Even with the windows closed, I can hear the flowers singing Leonard Cohen

Got first grade from spring semester classes. B in the second semester of Constitutional Law. I’m fine with that. Might get more grades this week, we shall see. Summer classes have already started. International Law looks anti-easy. Onward.

A muggy (92% humidity at 79 degrees at 5 in the morning. Ugh) breakfast for the Eastside Orangeys. Everyone was grumpy. Chubba Wubbs Mommy swatted one of her stinky boys and that makes me laugh everytime. and…

The Justices of the Court of Appeals for the Skinnerville Circuit are ready to hear my motion on why the state isn’t required to provide a second bedtime snack. I’m not optimistic

Home. Full morning of shooting drills/training. Then full afternoon of teaching a class to patrol school on how to respond to major crimes I stressed to stop being so afraid and just call the person en route to the scene, cuz information is, you know, good to have.

Wednesday breakfast with the best gang ever. The Eastside Orangeys. It’s always tails up!

Home. Before dark, look at me, my my my. MeanCat was napping on the job and belatedly came sauntering out to what he calls his ambush gardens. Then he escorted me back to his house so I could serve him 15th dinner.

Tuesday breakfast with all seven of The Eastside Orangeys. Best gang ever

Zinnias and daisies at dusk

It’s. The. Little. Kitty. and she’s spectacular. And snoring. Her happy and healthy is us happy and healthy. We all matter or none of us do isn’t a slogan. It’s the point.

May you find a love in your life like the love of Alien Baby Agent Orangey aka Ruby aka Rubes and Big Eyes the Punching Assassin

Monday breakfast with all of the Eastside Orangeys. I love them. Tails Up!

Oh sweet fancy Moses we needed this. Super localized. Like right over us. I’ll take every drop.

Have to pick a topic for my 30-page law-review style paper on international law. Due at end of class in August. I’m leaning towards a case study of MeanCat in terms of territorial disputes when he annexed the porch, yards, garden, and house. He’s the worst

Sunday roses

Sunday breakfast with the whole gang of Eastside Orangeys. Chubba Wubbs Mommy had to remind one of her stinky boys who’s the mommy, which always makes me giggle. They all get along so well, except for I Love The Way You Look Up At Me, who is a minor punk. It’s always Tails Up!

I know it won’t help avoid the manufactured drama of the day, but the president is a liar so maybe don’t listen to the liar. You know, cuz he’s lying. Duh.

In America’s multi-decade war to make sure they never know the difference between tactical and strategic, today was another total victory.

To the point

The point

Adam Driver is a movie star. His range goes from cute doofus to cuter doofus.

Big Eyes the Punching Assassin yelling for someone new to punch. Sweet Potato Pie Pup’s timing is not good…

Draw me like one of your French Leanys.

Hope to get some desperately needed rain today & tomorrow. Flowers are looking forward to it, as are we.

Saturday breakfast with all seven of The Eastside Orangeys plus Fake Limpers, who’s super nice. It’s always Tails Up!

No matter what, I am loving on the Justices of the Court of Appeals for the Skinnerville Circuit. We adore the blacky whiteys, who are always happy for bedtime snacks and story time. As long as it’s at a respectable hour. This is a bit late. Grumpy Face Blacky Whitey was yawning when I walked in.

Reminder to myself. Don’t whine about a 13-hour day cuz the next day might be a 14-hour day. Like today. Oh well. I’m exceedingly fortunate in lots of ways. Especially in the way of my arch nemesis, MeanCat. He was impatiently waiting for 15th dinner.

‘Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again’ Love Song The Cure 1989

Friday breakfast with all seven of the Eastside Orangeys. I messed the video up (accidentally in ‘cinematic’ mode, no clue) so it’s short. But after the customary headbutts and a few punches from I Love The Way You Look Up At Me, it was eating & petting time. We love them all

Home. 13 hour day. Meh. Back at it early tomorrow.

“It’s been pretty simple so far Vacation in Athens is calling me And knock, knock, knock on wood I thought I'd left you behind Heaven is yours Heaven is yours Heaven is yours, where I live” Letter Never Sent REM 1984 (live version from 2008)

Nice way to start the day

Thursday breakfast with all seven of The Eastside Orangeys. Chubba Wubbs Mommy had to scratch the tires, as is her custom. I Love The Way You Look Up At Me aka Favorite Teenage Orangey 1 was a punk, as is his custom. I loved on Creamsicle 3 a lot as he ate, as is our custom.

Beauty in deed. Beauty indeed