It is about an hour, give or take a few minutes, from leaving the house in the morning to returning. Not every morning, mind you – just on those when I am dropping Angel, then Miriam off. Angel needs to be at work at 0600; it is still dark in the morning. No longer raining, it may be safe enough sometime by June for him to return to biking in and back. But for now, I feel much safer in making sure that he arrives safely. Only about 5 km (3 miles for those still stuck with Imperial meaurments). We (since making one round trip is slightly more convienent for me than heading back to the house to pick up Miriam) head back College, down Bancroft, swing right on Oxford and zig-zag over to Walnut & Vine.

Fortified with coffee (and chai for Maus) I we head to Richmond. Miriam is “going to the office.” Said office was formerly known as Shana’s second bedroom. It seems to be working out. Her cats are entertained during the day while Shana sleeps (nothing like working nights) and Miriam accomplishes more work that when she has access to all the distractions here.

Currently I am taking I-80. With so few people driving to work, it is actually faster in both directions than surface roads but I am sure that will not last.

So an hour later, I hike back up the stairs from the driveway and am greeted at the door by the cat who is insisting that he did NOT get fed this morning. I happen to know that he inhaled the first half of his breakfast. Still, he does such a wonderful, pathetic “I am so starving and skinny, sad cat” routine. The cat who, prior to being able to fly in the passenger portion of the plane, was on a vet supervised diet in order to reduce his royal fatness to an acceptable level.