Sundays are more difficult than Saturdays. The religious day of rest has infected too much of the world. This will be the day I step in front of the train. No-one’s on-line and the interesting children have been dragged by the ears to sit in hard pews. Victoria and Kyle dropped by for a nice visit. They brought me food, which is always a certain way for nice people to win my adoration. Kyle brought home-made apple pie-filling, (he claims it’s apple sauce, but I know better), and Victoria brought chocolate and white peaches. Made me feel a little of a housepet. Dressed in black velvet, I’ll twine around ankles for a tidbit. I’m sure my cat-like tendencies tend to re-inforce the persistant illusion. One of these days I’ll learn to cut my nails.