20171203-2101. If my memory is correct, that was an Ice Queen. Seven days? Okay.
On a side note, after my parents rebuked Das Squirrel, the Old Soul, about his sins and Twit Wifey, who manifested after my thought of a Buddhist many along years ago, he came over one day and actually offered to vacuum the kitchen floor of shards from the broken Corning Ware dish that Mom dropped. He seems more receptive and less combative. He said he’d show up yesterday Saturday but didn’t.
The problem with my thoughts is that stuff happens. So I must either focus really hard or sleep soundly to avoid harming.