I’m done cat-sitting (it was just a short stint). They’re wonderful cats (the tortie girl is a little shy, though plenty sweet, but the tuxedo boy is a giant mush), and I really like them, but it’ll be nice to sleep in tomorrow. And by sleeping in, I mean getting up at 4:30 instead of 4:00. Ugh.
And then, it’ll be the weekend! A nice, long one, too, so I’m hoping for lots of arting time.
Since I have bupkis today, I think I’ll just leave you with this. It’s as close to the holiday spirit as I’m likely to get this year.
True story: A neighbor of ours, years ago, raised a baby ‘possum. It lived in her shirt for several months, until it was old enough to be weaned.
Fa la la la laaaaa!
That is all. As you were, comrades!
red paper boat 