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 ....