Cat in George
Jones Tower, 5:30 P.M.

It’d be a really nice gag to put on the pirate costume. But let’s not. And that dress shirt is a trick that I can’t pull two weeks in a row without raising questions I’m not ready for. Guess Schrödinger’s Cat is going to get her outing after all.

Nice and symbolic too. I have no idea what state I’ll be in with Lena tomorrow morning.

It hurts.