After spending thousands of dollars on our two pedigreed Cornish Rex cats in their 12-plus years with us, I ask myself, “Should we fund a local homeless shelter/soup kitchen for a day or pay for MRI/CT tests on one of our cats to determine if he has a brain tumour?”

I know how much one will benefit the local economy.

The other is an unknown.

I have never been completely homeless, with a network of friends and family that has supported me my whole life.

In a couple of hours, I’ll donate blood plasma to help the national disaster relief.

That action alone answers my original question.

A question poses two answers.

There’s at least one more [implied] answer: neither.

“What’s next?”, asked a pastor, “More of the mundane?”

Sometimes, yes. Time to buy toilet paper and cat litter after a hardy breakfast served by Jenny.

Maybe later, post the results of a google analytics website that popped up on this wireless connection to a public WiFi hotspot.

Tomorrow, perhaps, the promised stop action video.

Is there an echo in here, here, here?