Sunday! And all of us heathens can sleep in—or work, in the case of yours truly. Imagine having to put on a monkey suit and go sit in some hard pew listening to someone in a dog collar blather about God. How do they do it? The real Good News is that the Ceiling CatMobile is back, and it’s beautiful; the shuttle bus company’s insurance carrier will have to pay $2500 (the damage was greater than first thought), and I also get my deductible back. Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili—whose weight was just determined to be four kilos and 800 grams—is, as usual, concerned about her noms:
Hili: I’m worried about these violets.
Hili: Their smell suppresses the smell of mice.
Hili: Niepokoją mnie te fiołki.
Hili: Ich zapach tłumi zapach myszy.