I was just reminded, again, how much better my life would be if I could whistle.
Sigh.
Sigh
The cat currently has it’s head stuck out the slight crack I’ve left open in the sliding glass door that leads out to the patio–an opportunity worth taking to let the warm breeze in the stuffy apartment. The cat’s fat back half isn’t fitting.
Wait a second …
Dah! It did!
I grab the little sneakster and deter the escape.
I shut the door a couple more centimeters.
Escape that, you little farthead.
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It’s a bad sign when you begin adding daily hygiene tasks like going to the bathroom and taking a shower to your “To Do” list … welcome, everyone, to the end of the semester.