Mind Tics of Monday

• Shred the Cat may be passing on. Or maybe it's the flea medication but at any rate, we more need more lamb baby food so I can try to coax her into eating. The heft of a sick animal is possibly the saddest weight ever. Despite our 16 years together, I am not ready.
• Adoring Betty Fussell's memoir. She's featured in this month's Vogue at eighty years old, putting us all to shame.
• Enormous slipper socks from Dastardly Wool are finished and now need to be felted. They are absurdly big.
• I am not watching the Olympics.
• I have not worn a wig, blonde or otherwise, in thirteen years.
• Lipstick: Poppy King's Sinner: pink. Praise all!
• Look at all the New Yorker online only content!
• Symphony Spaces' Selected Shorts podcast this week John Lithgow reads Roald Dahl's Taste. He's wonderful, especially when reading all sides of a family argument. Shriekingly funny and the audience agreed.