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I was awakened by a phone call asking for Chris Fish. I asked what number they'd called and they gave me mine, so I told them Chris Fish didn't live here, just me. Now, they've called before, and I told them the same thing, so I wonder what they think Chris Fish did. I don't even know Chris Fish's gender.
I wrote a letter today that Lucila wanted. It's for the immigration lawyers who are trying to get her a green card. The problem is that I was supposed to write as a friend, and I wasn't going to lie (she cleans for me and we wave in the parking lot), so I didn't say much and it was rather vague.
Spirit used the litterbox today!