Thursday, January 2, 2014

Thank You, Rascal

This morning, when Brittainy helped me out of bed, I glanced out of the window and saw whiteness.

Ick.  Winter.  January.  Coldness.


No, I don't want to go anywhere hot. I'm way too busy for that!

I just want Rob back.  He'd revel in this crappy weather, and his love for it would make winter a bit more bearable for me.

I was by myself for awhile after dinner, and, of course, as is my wont, I listened to one of my playlists.  Already a bit sad and thinking about our 26th anniversary being so close, I bawled when I'm So Happy I Could Cry by Frank Zappa came on.  Almost immediately, Rascal ran to me, rubbing his soft head against my hand and purring loudly.

Cat therapy - there's nothing like it!


It's later now: 10:30 to be exact.

Dobrila has been helping me move furniture around.  It's not exactly how I want it, but it's a work in progress.

I heard the weekend is going to be nicer and warmer.

I guess January is a work in  progress as well ....

No comments: