r. slept with steve last night. cozy like home. but i slept alone. with a crack in my right sole. there's so much evil going on here and all over the planet of late that these domestic and sole problems seem cozy, but not as cozy as r. and steve in cali. penny is behaving like a starving feral. i say penny! don't throw stuff! and she runs over my 'puter and into the kitchen, studiously ignoring me.