This is Buddy’s favorite resting position. He’ll curl up on my lap and then he wraps his neck and head around my arm and puts his head down, making me have to type with as little movement as possible so as not to disturb his tiny, furry, purring head. Come on, look at him. Plus he has cancer. What choice do I have??
Today is my last day at my temp job. Gotta go. Gotta get ready and out of here. I like to walk there and it’s a 40 minute walk if I don’t hit all red lights and get behind too many people sauntering along while texting. (I got mad just typing that! I just hate how they abdicate all responsibility for looking where they’re going making everyone else have to look out for them.)