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[moon_custafer]

Last night we moved ourselves, the cats, and the household gods down to Guest Suite 2, which is a small bedroom + bath. It feels rather like being a sequestered jury, or the player in an escape-the-room game. There is a small wall-mounted tv, which gets the Fish channel and the White Noise channel. I think there might be a sky-in-a-Gibson-novel channel as well. The cats are handling it as well as can be expected, which is to say they mostly stay under the bed, but occasionally come out to explore— Narly is taking the lead here, which surprises me, as he was the one who disappeared behind a mattress for three days when we first moved here. The reception is useless, and not so good in the lobby either, and we’re away from our wi-if of course, which is why I’m typing this from a coffee shop while running errands. We’re going out for dental checkups tomorrow morning, and I’m hoping to convince Andrew not to let that be the out-of-the-house event for the day, but we’ll see how he feels. Come Saturday or Sunday, OTOH, he’ll probably want to see a movie and visit the museum.