Very strange.

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I never did get to bed.  It was just... too cool.  Then... too warm?  No.  It never got too warm.  It is reading 84 in here, and I feel cool, almost cold.  I merely... sat... and... looked around.  Not much more to see.  I just couldn't remember to go on to bed.  Last few times I looked, the outside was 92... pretty much all day.  I kept expecting it to go up.  Nope.

There is some green, more green, in the back.  Though I am not sure that is grass.  Not seeing much up front.  Definitely not grass.  I'll water again in a few days, then again next Saturday.  Perhaps it will come back.  It is about bedtime.  Then again, it has been bedtime for... wow... since 08:00 this morning?  It's almost 17:00!  So it's been bedtime for nine hours.  Ha.

I'll get Sassy some food, check her litter, and actually grab a pale of fresh water and recharge that for here.  Though, really?  She doesn't drink much.  That was mostly Sam.  With here eating mostly wet food, canned cat food, she doesn't need much more water.  Still... when she needs it, she needs a lot of it from what I can tell.  Sam drank a quarter to an half of those dish pans of water every day to every other day.  Poor girl.  She might have been suffering, but she suffered well.  She just had to eat, drink, poop, and pee, like a voracious devil.  Sassy is in pretty good shape, for now.  Other than scratching cuts all over herself.  Though... she might be more emo, to Sam and my goth.  :p  Truff.

Hmm... went to get water, and... did some other things.  Then... time sure flies.

Later.