Like the flowers need the rain...

Movies don't agree with me these days. I've just watched "Enchanted" because I had read good reviews and thought it would be funny. I won't be able to eat sugar for about two weeks it was so sweet. Sirupy sweet. Nauseatingly sweet. I am NOT in the mood for fairy tales. My bad. The only sweet thing I can handle right now is the sight of my cat sleeping.

Put a picture here of my cat sleeping.

Blogger won't let me. I'll do it later.


There is tension and disagreement in my home. They are unavoidable in life. Will they bring not only winds of change but storms of changes? It's too early to tell. But for the first time since I moved in this house, and loved it passionately, I face the possibility of leaving it. Nothing is constant but change.

Whatever.

Will your lights be out tonight between 8 and 9 PM? Mine will. How often can you show solidarity with the whole planet?
(solidarity to? solidarity with?...????)

I went on Amazon yesterday and splurged on four Dickens. That will get my mind off of things for a while.

Caught!

So with this new toy of mine, here I am minding my own business and suddenly, paf! It takes a picture of me.
It has a camera! It can even film me!
HAL? Is that you HAL?

My New Toy

Being comfortable with my masculine side, I sometimes thoroughly enjoy a new toy.
Look at that! The size, the lines, the design.
<<<<<<<<<<< happy sigh >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Striving For Perfection

"Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better."
~ Samuel Beckett

Oh my cats! My babies!

Horrible dream this morning. I finally get back home after an absence of a month and a half and I'm terrified of the state I'm gonna find my cats in, as they have been locked there the whole time. All the cats I ever had were there plus a great many others. The sight is horrific. While Circé, Koba and a few others great me feebly, bone skinny, others are already dead or dying, there are cat parts all over the place from those who died or were eaten. Here an eyeball, there a head. My emotional state is beyond description. I find many molded edible things that they haven't touched. I tear up a bag of food and worry that I won't have enough for all, whereas the survivors need to eat right away if they're to last another day. Oh the pity, the angst, the guilt, the sorrow, the horror!

After that I wake up and go have an ordinary day at the office.