Mary and I, both in the same boat, decided to spend money we didn't have. Use our debit cards to take money out of our accounts that is already spoken for in checks that haven't cleared. We went to the dollar store, bought a few things, shared a sandwich at Schlotzsky's, had coffee at Uptown Espresso. Partners in crime. Nothing tastes so delicious as stolen goods.
Did I say that?? Yes.
Since she left for her home, I've been snuggling on the couch with Simba, reading Burston's book. Thinking, wondering, wanting more of the personal Laing, however supportive this book is.
I have given the stray cat a name - Stretch - which is one more step toward outright admitting he's my cat now. I will make an appointment for him at the vet's for Thursday or Friday, get him checked, chipped, fixed where needed. In the meantime I continue to feed him on the back porch and invite him inside for brief moments.
Someone stole one of my bird feeders. What the hell?