Flea glee

At last, the fleas abate. I have found only two flea corpses about which Calliope and I capered with glee.

Saw First Matie for a coffee this morning, after she had returned from a MRI scan of her wrist, which she'd hurt falling downstairs at her home. Luckily (given that she is starting a two month writing gig tomorrow) is not broken, and she can drive too. We sat outside a cafe for half an hour, with the long-faced Puffin straining at the leash and generally seeking attention.

Then, for me, gym and the Hulk legs machine for half an hour, and home to the news that one of my clients paid me early which means I have was able to pay my tax bill and live this month. Yippee... Result!

Began tinkering with poems. No stomach for anything resembling work yet.

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