Thursday. Almost to the weekend.

 

 Ryker somehow contorted himself last night and got a paw past the cone of the shame and was scratching his jaw. I yelled. He just stared at me. I pulled his paw away. No damage done as far as I could see. Now I can't trust the cone.

We've just got to make it to Wednesday.

Nothing on TV. Leftovers for dinner. I'm hoping it won't be overcast tonight so I can look for some meteor shower activity.

 

The last two nights have been too cloudy. Bah. 

 Have a good day

 

Much love,

PK the Bookeemonster