It is not a good thing to run out of your cats’ favorite food.
They will stalk you, staring, crying and acting like they are starving.
So, after a breakfast of Baileys and Coffee, to the store I ventured.
Realizing that I probably should eat, I went to one of my old haunts.
Steak please! Rare! And mushrooms! And perogies! And wine!
What a feast it was!
I was hungry as a bear and twice as ornery.
What a great way to break back into human kind.
Of course, I needed an after dinner drink, at 130pm, and not wanting to change my drink of choice, 2 more glasses of wine did the trick.
Home at last : 4pm.
Flowers at the door.
Very beautiful, I must say.
How lovely, but not necessary.
The past 4 years have been trying.
And the past 2 years, especially painful.
But I would do it all again, if I had the chance.
30 years ago, I made a promise and in spite of our ups and downs, I kept that vow.
So, I fed the cats tonight.
They were ever so grateful.
The bouquet of flowers is on the table, in full autumn foliage, and I see Puff Daddy taking an interest.
After all, she spent more time with him, every day, than I did.
So life continues.
It is cloudy.
The sun went away.
I cleaned up some of the effects of the night Jim died, when the paramedics were here.
I am taking my time.
I am giving myself a break.
One day at a time.
Take it easy.
Go with the flow.
Enjoy each moment.
Remember, it is all we ever have.