Left the door to the lab open when I kicked my old girl out of the bathroom this morning, and she found the next warmest spot in the house. I found Princess Fluffybutt sleeping peacefully on my mission critical single point of failure.

I love this old-ass cat so much. She's 23 years old. I know we don't have long together, so she gets away with everything.

I don't have the heart to move her yet. Work can wait; keep the fans slow at least. I can putter until she wants lunch.

Time to drag up the air compressor again.