Oh well, that can be nice too... Perfect weather for reading, or writing, or spending the day in front of the tv...
The Sunday breaks crisp and wan like departing geese. One more acorn in the ground at the hands of a red squirrel.
Is it possible for someone to hold an umbrella and groceries at the same time? I hope it clears up a bit... Edit: Hello Sirhoot and Wrey!
I am so nonplussed today. Second day in a row that Lee Lee has woken me up at oh dark thirty. No happy.
Cats are quiet. They can be put outside of one's bedroom and one can sleep until one has no more sleep left just as one should do on a Sunday. This is what the Sunday is for.
Aah, sorry Wrey! The only one that does that to me is my alarm clock.. Oh my... how does your face look by now?!
Not all cats can be put out like that. One of my babies would howl insanely loud if you put her out of the room. And he would scratch at the door non-stop until you let him back in. I miss him.
At the moment I am trying to strike the correct anger/reason balance to go and explain to William that I am unimpressed with his lack of helping with the puppy.
I had my Val cremated when he passed. He was 13. I still have him. Does that make me a crazy cat lady?