Another strange normal day. It's the time of school chaos, harried migration, and the secret wish to hibernate, and if a stigmata can be an itch, that's what the back of my right hand has. I passed Julia twice in a frightful hurry. I'm going to put aside On Evil, heck, it's already been ten years, and read Lili Is Crying by Héléne Bessette, and Putting Myself Together by Jamaica Kincaid. Please enjoy another picture of Olive the Wonder Cat.