I’m back from my blackout dates and hopefully, have a day or two to schedule a number of these posts. As some might know, I’m sick. Not in a mental way (although some might claim so) and not in a deviant way (no one I know still alive claims so). Sick as in not feeling well.
I’m trying to stoically endure this monumental injustice (why am I sick instead of scores of people I can think of?) by only complaining in shifts. Zero-eight-hundred to fourteen-thirty and fifteen-hundred to twenty-thirty. Why so little? Well, Melisa needs a break during the day and she goes to sleep early.
I suppose I should link an old (but excellent) post from days gone by . . . HERE. That’s from a time when people valued my opinion.
I’m kidding, of course. No one ever valued my opinion. If anything, the opposite.
And now, the photo:
I’ll have to move onto a different theme soon because these are all starting to look alike.
Alley, our second cat, would often play catch-and-fetch with me (using a small paper ball or tissue). She was a great jumper (many cats are) and the trick was to try and get it by her. Mind you, I could throw the paper ball way over her head but the purpose wasn’t to make it impossible. It was to entertain both of us.
That is a deep observation regarding the difference in the two species. Perhaps of people, as well.
So, I was running out of names when the idea struck me for . . . When you run out of toilet tissue and Paint Drying has to make do.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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