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In brief: Fixing breakfast was the highlight of yesterday. Two hours of documentary on Northwest Passage explorers doesn't put me in a energized mood. I still itch. Edward is on walkabout. Apparently i'm a fit physicist in my dreams.

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Yay, Edward is home!

Edward's home.

It turns out that on Thursday the elderly neighbor who feeds all the orange cats had had a stroke. Friday morning when i let out Edward, i'm sure it was both our expectation that he'd be having breakfast with Ms M.

This morning our next door neighbor M was talking to the downstairs neighbor S: S has the key to Ms M's place. So they went to check on Ms M's cat Marty. When they opened the sliding door, Marty, Luigi and Edward all showed up. Could Edward be distressed at Ms M's absence?

There's a micro-chipping clinic this afternoon at the Pet Club. I'm there.