…are perfect for putting on KCRW streaming music, catching up on ironing, and cleaning out the inbox for a fresh start tomorrow.

It’s a nice, breezy day - the Breeders are performing at McCarren pool this afternoon, but I’ll be over on Smith Street taking part of the Bastille Day festivities.

I’ve been socking away commission checks like a paranoid doomsdayer, but I’ve decided to dip into it and change around a few things in the living room and the bed room.

First to go is the off-white rug I got a few months ago. Within half a week, Jack had already vomited on it a handful of times. I’d never seen him do anything like that, with that frequency. Certainly not on the blue and brown striped rug in the hall, or the astro-turf flor rug under my desk, or the hundreds of square feet of hardwood flooring throughout the rest of the apartment. He choose the off-white rug for the same reason that Fenwick ignored my cheaper cotton shifts and sturdy wool garments, not to mention his scratching post, and chose the three silk chiffon dresses in my closet to shred: Murphy’s Law.

I just need to find the right vomit-colored rug. The off-white rug will be professionally cleaned and moved to my bedroom, but I have a feeling Jack, and Jack’s hairball, will find their way.