If cats could speak, they would have Russian or German accents. Clearly I have too much time to think about these things. (Sorry for the cat-heavy content. It’s this or snow at the moment.)
What a fast week! I have no idea where the time went as I was running like mad to keep up with children and work. I’d really hoped to update more, but time didn’t permit. So please excuse the big paws. Hee!
It’s been a trying couple weeks — burst pipes (plural!), floods (plural again!), a broken dishwasher (!!!), and my taxes are due. I could easily become a giant stressball. Instead of freaking out, I’ll take a page from Logan’s book and just chill. Nothing bothers him, except being held down and smooched on top of the head.
These are rarely seen so far from the ocean. Logan has the right idea. It’s terribly cold here, and I could easily go back to bed and read for the afternoon.
What is it that compels a cat to sit on your work? Guitar practice? Forget about it.