Today is the exception. I do not feel like going out today. It’s not work, not traffic, not anything besides the weather. Our opening photo today shows my opinion of what any intelligent being should be doing on a frigid morning like this. That’s Rosie the cat feigning sleep. And she ain’t goin’ nowhere. Of course if I stayed in today I’d be tempted to write a lengthier blog post. But the truth is that I am pretty much wrung out these past few days. I’ll get out, get on the road, get to work, and get the cats at the shelter a good breakfast. Those things should all be pretty much enough. That is, of course, unless you consider things like hopes and dreams and things of that ilk. I’ve been relatively spare of those things lately. Go figure. It’s a periodic phenomenon that never feels periodic. Won’t get fooled again? Maybe yes, maybe no, but I really can’t complain, such as it is. Periods where I don’t feel like writing in the morning nearly always indicate that the writing is going on behind the scenes.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.