Good Morning, McCoven.
I would love to have something funny or insightful to say to you this morning, or an announcement of some kind. But I have spent the entirety of my Thursday afternoon and evening looking for my Bella, the kitten that I rescued last year. She has been the light of my life for nine months, but she somehow got out of the house without anyone noticing, and I’ve been going hoarse pacing around the neighborhood calling for her for the last several hours. I have no interesting words to share today. No fun tweets to post.