Many times I battle depression after a migraine. I took everything I should have today but it still got me. Out of energy to clean, cook, etc. I will probably take a cup of noodles for lunch tomorrow. Which is OK. I try to be kind to myself.
I did make plans for dinner tomorrow with a lady friend from work. That means I will miss Buddy but he'll live. Well we are figuring it out.
It would be fun if we could go tonight.
My work friends range from 20 year olds up to this lady who is 80. I like that, all different races as well because we all come from God.
Biscuit is still camped out in the dirty clothes I don't have the heart to move him. If he's settled in somewhere and I try to move him, he resists. And he gives such pitiful squeaks as he does so. I can never do it.
He rules me with a very loving paw.
This is the kind of thing I need to think about if I let a man in my life, is he going to love and respect Biscuit as much as I do?
I am really delighted to see Cleo is so friendly with the neighbors, it explains how she got so big. I was worried she was afraid of everyone, but, there she was, rubbing up against that couple and letting them pet her. She's a good cat. She would love the right person.
Spotty is harder to read. He would sleep with Ron when he could. I have an adorable photo I can't find, of Ron lying in bed, Spotty tucked under his right arm. Spotty is up in his armpit. It's adorable. Google photos AI apparently have a little lacking. I tried "Ron cat". I tried "Ron" by himself. I tried "Bed". Maybe I'll just try "cat" although that will be like every photo I ever took.
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