Drink some coffee, look at the fog, look at the cat on the windowsill, hear the stirrings of the sleeping bearded companion. City buses, the birds of late fall, talk radio, John Prine.
I do have long Mondays. Once they are out of the way, the week looks, in comparison, much brighter. But first I’ve got to live through them.
Looking forward to holidays and fireplaces and radio and reading and wine and ice hikes and sleeping long and late. Until then, some cats for strength.
Some cat tips, for fall.
from KEN, via CHRISTINA
I didn’t know what to say, and I still don’t.
Paula’s sound advice for what to do to Olive when she scratches our furniture.