I just re-read last night's entry, and it sounded as if I were saying "my beloved, Mishka the cat."
Oops; shoulda put a semicolon...
(She is currently curled up on the desk by my right arm.)

I left my friend's house at 6 a.m., and she angelically led me, in her car, to the entrance of rt. 95 south towards Philadelphia International Airport.  
A friend picked me up at the Boulder bus terminal, and I have been home catching up on mail, picked up the repaired car, went to the market, etc.
I have rediscovered that less sleep means less mind, and will say good night now.