Parades were fun but physically and mentally exhausting. My inner changeling gets massive snack value off the crowds and their sense of anticipation, but the parades themselves are actually kinda low technical event count for an ADHD child of the Internet like me. Might let Peg do tomorrow solo and bide my energy for the bigguns Saturday -> Tuesday.

Gave Artie, who is back up in the fucking attic of course, some water. This was shaping up to be only modestly stressful... until Shadow got into the abandoned apartment and hid behind the (rather nice actually) massive old-school porcelain bathtub. She's out, things are fine, whatever. Peebs is around somewhere but I am very uncharacteristically not looking to pet her, because I am so low on energy, especially cat energy.