Nepeta Catsria. Named for the pre-imperial Roman village of Nepi, the supposed origin of the plant, and the Latin for “of cats”. All parts of the plant release chemicals called nepetalactones, which adhere to olfactory receptors causing β-endorphin secretion into the bloodstream, thus activating μ-opioid receptors. This is similar to the mechanisms of opioid reactivity…

There is too much lint in my brain. I cannot wordify this morning. My thinker is thunked. Probably should have eaten something. Stay cool out there, everybody. Pace yourselves. It’s a long weekend, and we’re all older than we were yesterday.

Another Haiku from Soggy Sox III. If you recall, Soggy Sox III is not my cat, and Soggy Sox III is is not their real name. But I cannot remember their real name, and their human did not offer a correction when last I Haikued them. So now they are permanently Soggy Sox III. I…

Had an extra day off yesterday, the boss’s big pipe broke. But all the pipeworks are working pipes once again, so I do have to go to work today. In fact, I have to leave in 17 minutes. And I have yet to do the eating thing or the pants wearing thing and I’d really…

I felt I had to give a nod to the titular parallel with today’s Haiku. It is inevitable, at least in my head, to think “dalmatians” when I hear “one hundred and one”.  I find it interesting, that although the original book and even the original 1961 movie were titled “One Hundred and One…”, I…

One hundred. The big Hundo. A century.  All the cents… It’s been about 9½ months since I started this little web-thingy. And while I’ve been a bit more “almost” than “daily”, 100 Haikus is a pretty cool milestone. That’s about ⅜ of a Haiku, or 6.4 syllables, each day. I don’t thing partial syllables is…

There’s not a lot going on in my head at the moment. Kind of foggy up there right now. Like a morning mist filling in the low spots, blanketing over the details, smudging the corners and edges until anything I’m trying to think is just a muddied swirl. I do have a cup of coffee,…

Shortly after taking this picture, I took the box out to the recycling bin. Chai is going to hate me if I keep stealing her newest favorite spots. I really don’t mean to. It’s just that my favorite “I’ll get to this later” spot happens to be in the same place as her “center of…

Chai would like to go outside. Chai is not allowed outside. Chai knows this. Chai tries anyway. Not only do I deny her free reign of the wilderness beyond the glass, but I also took away her newest favorite spot. The dining room chair that sits upended on the butcherblock has been awaiting repairs for…

I’m trying to make lunch, and eat breakfast, and write a Haiku, and ramble without purpose, all at the same time. It’s not working well. And I am going to be late. And hungry. But at least I’m dressed.  Have a day, everyone.