D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

The amount of lingerie delivered during the week was staggering. I got what had been badly put out on the racks sorted out, then started on fitting in the rest, working around training a new person, and just managed it by the end of the week. I had to move the men's undies aside to make room on the wall for some of the queen-sized items, there was that much. More is supposed to be coming ...

D.O.P.-T.

I didn't see who ate the catfood this morning, but the elderly Mr. Orange walked by on the sidewalk right after I put it out, miaowing at me sadly as usual. Tonight the calico's nose was protruding from under the car in the driveway.