It's kind of shitty out; 91 with the humidity at 54 percent, not atypical for a June 1 early evening, but shitty. Anyway, I came in from walking the 38th Street Loop in 32:47 to find all three cats sleeping. Samantha was at the end of the driveway, Pam just off the driver's side back bumper of my car, and Jo on the front-porch chair closest to the door. They didn't budge. I could've been a burglar. Fuck it. We're sleeping.
The Cardinals beat the Reds, I think, 12-2 yesterday. It might've been 13-3. It was a goddamn slaughter. Game 2 starts in about thirty minutes.
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