“Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.” ~ Gillian Flynn
“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination.” ~ John Keats
“I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.” ~ Douglas Adams
28º F. Coffee almost gone. Sleeping cat. Yeh, it’s actually about the cat today. She’s going in to have Dr. Kim clean her teeth. I’ll have the whole day to wait until the groggy beast is allowed to emerge once again. It’s a worry, though I know that worry is not necessary. Let’s not get into psychoanalysis here. What comes of the situation at the moment is that it feels kinda good to have a mundane chore kind of a day. It’s all about the cat. Other things haunt my mind, and a couple of them relate to that sorry ass excuse for a president. There’s no way I would want to be confronted with one of his rabid supporters. I might say something true. The whole crew, electors and elected, and appointed, bear watching. It occurred to me a couple of days ago that a quiet coup may have already succeeded. That’s a disturbing thought, granted, but . . . wellll . . . it’s just too much to go into right now. Gotta think about getting on down to the vet clinic before too long. But boy howdy I had to write something first, on the way to the clinic.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.