Honestly, my life is not always a series of dark clouds and traumatic events, but lately it feels that way. I know this is simply a rough patch and it will get better but man. Can it please get a little better soon! Can’t I go back to Friday or whenever that was and feel like I have a handle on things again?
To completely switch gears, here is a picture of Grizzy:
I got up really early yesterday and was productive because in times of strife, feeling like I did something as mundane as cleaning my kitchen is a win. So I got up, made a list of to-dos, cleaned my house, and did laundry, which meant I stripped the beds. G promptly climbed up the bedding mountain and settled in for a nap. It cracks me up how they will spot something “new” (in this case, the blankets wadded up) and stake their claim.
Oh, to be a carefree kitty like G.
I almost forgot! We have a new outside visitor and he’s a slightly more padded version of G! All black and a little bulkier compared to the slim G. We all saw him/her last night. This means I’ll have to stop at the store for extra cat food…