Blogging in bed. It doesn’t quite work….almost but not quite. Even if I enlarge the type, even if I can access everything I want, I’m spoiled by the lightening quick speed of my desktop. So I’ve taken to reading your blogs in bed warm underneath my Chinese quilt. I write here at the desk. Today with a brand new doodle to share.
We have living room cats. Not live ones, darn it. I’m afraid I’ve been a bit obsessive with my collection of stuffed, metal, ceramic, and crossstitch cats begun after we let Sterling go. The living room alone has nine. One managed to migrate up to the bedroom. I ask myself where did my sanity go? What am I doing with all these cats?
I’ve taken to doodling them.
Perhaps I should doodle me too. The scale at the gym says I gained ten pounds in a day. G tells me I should stop making myself crazy in the head and weigh here. I ask myself what’s wrong with losing my sanity and diving deep into gloom and depression over this unexpected massive weight gain. Then again, I could just weigh here.
Did I say that?