*waves frantically* Hey, guys! Look at me! I'm still here!
Am flailing, trying to keep afloat in the Sea of HolyCrowSoMuchGoingOn. One of these days I'll sort it out, get back on track, chin up and what ho, or something very like. In the meanwhile, know that work is a bit better. I'm a bit too tubby and considerably out of shape. Got a clean bill of health in one aspect of womanly life; am waiting to retest in another. I've a new ukulele, and though its far from high-end it's still a much better instrument than I presently deserve. I'm writing: reviews (so far behind!) and fiction (snippets, scenes, rehashing old stories), but nowhere near as much as I ought to be. Am stressing about getting old, looking old, having bad skin (thanks, psoriasis!) and bad hair (thanks, scalp psoriasis!) and achy joints (don't even THINK about it, psoriatic arthritis!). Am delighting that my big sister has found her feet at last. Am concerned for my SIL, am missing my big bro.
I could dive into any and all of these things in depth. I'm just so very tired, so thoroughly spent. Wacky antics can wait for another day. In the meanwhile, I give you...
Laundry kitties!
Handsome Tom sort-of-recently discovered the delights of fresh, warm laundry straight from the dryer. He'll plop himself down on a basket o' clean clothes...
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... or a single item, newly folded.
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Sometimes he'll really dig in...
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... or get right to the heart of it. Esme the one-eyed-kitty had to check it out as well.
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Not laundry-related: Esme is my sunshine and rainbows girl. So pretty!
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And the obligatory 'HT licking his own nose' shot.
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I swear. If and when I start a blog, I've got posts built around my kitties yawning and HT licking his nose. Oh, yeah. You know you want to read all about that.
Am flailing, trying to keep afloat in the Sea of HolyCrowSoMuchGoingOn. One of these days I'll sort it out, get back on track, chin up and what ho, or something very like. In the meanwhile, know that work is a bit better. I'm a bit too tubby and considerably out of shape. Got a clean bill of health in one aspect of womanly life; am waiting to retest in another. I've a new ukulele, and though its far from high-end it's still a much better instrument than I presently deserve. I'm writing: reviews (so far behind!) and fiction (snippets, scenes, rehashing old stories), but nowhere near as much as I ought to be. Am stressing about getting old, looking old, having bad skin (thanks, psoriasis!) and bad hair (thanks, scalp psoriasis!) and achy joints (don't even THINK about it, psoriatic arthritis!). Am delighting that my big sister has found her feet at last. Am concerned for my SIL, am missing my big bro.
I could dive into any and all of these things in depth. I'm just so very tired, so thoroughly spent. Wacky antics can wait for another day. In the meanwhile, I give you...
Laundry kitties!
Handsome Tom sort-of-recently discovered the delights of fresh, warm laundry straight from the dryer. He'll plop himself down on a basket o' clean clothes...
... or a single item, newly folded.
Sometimes he'll really dig in...
... or get right to the heart of it. Esme the one-eyed-kitty had to check it out as well.
Not laundry-related: Esme is my sunshine and rainbows girl. So pretty!
And the obligatory 'HT licking his own nose' shot.
I swear. If and when I start a blog, I've got posts built around my kitties yawning and HT licking his nose. Oh, yeah. You know you want to read all about that.