Another day of crank. God, wasn’t meth called ‘crank’ for a hot minute, there in like the 80s or something? I think it was meth. I do not mean meth. I mean PAGES, baby. Another 12 today. And I got all my Netflix work done, AND significant progress on putting together the Criterion Closet video for Film School. Some real editing on that one! Lots of footage. Lots of great discussion.
Wiped, though. Back at it tomorrow.
Snacks was gone almost all day today. Still, right now, tonight, he’s not in the backyard, which is so odd because he’s literally spent every day in our backyard for months, now. I did see him. He was mobile. No visible injuries of any kind. Wasn’t acting like he was hurt. Came over from the property behind us for just a minute and said hi to Joy. Didn’t play with her, and sat over on the far end of my office deck the whole time, except when he went and sniffed the food bowls. I figured he wanted to eat, so I told Joy to come inside with me, but when I came out he was gone again and I haven’t seen him since. I’m just…jumpy, I guess with Nugget disappearing so suddenly. I don’t know what happened to her. I don’t know why Snacks has been gone all day. I hope it’s nothing. I hope it was just something that caught his fascination back there, and he’ll be back tomorrow to his normal routine. I just got the airtag collar for him, too. Literally yesterday. Was going to put one in today and slip it on his neck, or try to anyway. See how he tolerated it.
Sigh.
I worry.
Night night.