It is a cold, clear Sunday morning, and I am trying to keep quiet for the benefit of those still sleeping. Which includes everyone but myself. Even my trusted shadow, Seven, was glad to see me settle on the sofa with my computer, so that she could curl up next to me and fall asleep, her paw stretched out to push against my hip.

Computer angst is still bothering me, continuously forcing me to remind myself the unimportance of high-resolution photos. In an effort to think of happier things, I came across this photo of me as a professional fisherman. My career didn’t last long, and I am happy to report that no fishies lost their lives in the process.

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