This was from the other day when it rained so hard I thought it would make the coolest picture, and although I tried and tried, I couldn’t get a shot that really conveyed how hard it was raining.
Today’s been an odd day. I’m restless, but something in me is determined to do nothing productive. Instead, I’ve been searching for odd things on the internet. Like Veets and Beams, my two cats before this who are dead. Like I thought someone would be talking about my dead cats. Except a few were, because I wrote a book about them. One person was complaining about what a whiner I am, and I thought, “stop reading, stop reading, stop reading.” Because really, you can’t please everyone and it does no good to read the bad things people sometime say about you.
But then they said they got into it (they were reading Waiting for My Cats to Die) and that I had made them cry. TWICE. (That’s what you get for calling me a whiner!) Actually, it ended up being a lovely post, and I am a bit of a whiner.
Have you ever had days like that, where you take a day off, but end up reduced to searching for your dead cats on the internet, and you should have just worked on something? You’ve had days like that, right?