Little Black Dot

today, i spent a rather large quantity of my afternoon in value village wandering around aimlessly, as i am wont to do as of late.
acquired was a perfect, tailored, blue oxford shirt, which i have actually spent the last six years of my life looking for, and also a poster of henri rousseau's 1897 oil on canvas the sleeping gypsy, for the loft.
it's a nice thing for the loft to have. a woman falls asleep in the desert. a lion happens upon her but the lion does not eat her. the lion just keeps an eye out. and all the while, way up there in the big night, that round white smirk just moons down...

furthermore, today, my best mancat showed up
out of nowhere, from out of province, and pleasant surprises were had by all.