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I'm pretty sure tomorrow is the last day of that. If it's not today, I think the 24th was supposed to be the last day. How are we doing for what day of the week it is? No. Yesterday was the last day. So today is going to be the last day for cleaning the buses, I believe. Yeah, the 24th was the last day. And today is the 25th. It's going to be the last day cleaning them. It'll be all done and ready to go for school. I might actually see if I can pick that up as a regular thing in the fall. I don't know if he has anybody doing it regularly. But like you say, man, it's a few extra bucks. It's a BS gig. I mean, it's just low pay for crap work, but whatever. I seem to be missing a white and tabby colored feline this morning. I don't know where the hell he is. He came in last night. I'm pretty sure he came in last night. I remember letting him in before I went to sleep. Three of them were out together. And they all came in and ate. They all came in and had food. I gave them their T-R-E-A-T-S, which is a word I can't say, because they all go ballistic. It's like a group of sharks in a feeding frenzy, if I say that word. But I'm not sure. He must still be outside, but where he's under the couch. One or the other. Dewey is a strange character. He's got one of his favorite spots is under the couch. He has the material, the layer of material separated from the bottom of the couch. And he crawls under the couch, which is not very much space. In the first place. But then once he gets under there, he gets up in the material like a hammock. And that's where he likes to lay down. So he's kind of inside the couch, I guess you could say, but just laying on the material underneath it. It's still mostly attached, but there's a compartment. There's a rig that he's got in it that he can climb up and get inside it. But I haven't heard him in there this morning. Normally I hear him in there. If he wakes up, he'll be moving around, getting out of there. And Shadow's there staring me down. He wants to go O-U-T. And these cats know so many bloody words. T-R-E-A-T, B-E-D. You know, lots of them. A few words anyway. And yeah, so anyway. Back over to you, Gray. That's enough for me. I'm stumbling and rambling now. Feeling you, Casey.