Stacy Horn

Trinity has an incredible choir, by the way. If you ever have the opportunity to hear them, take it.

The two cats I adopted from the ASPCA Nursery have always had delicate health. Bodhi woke up feeling particularly unwell on Friday so I took him with me to work to get checked out. Poor guy is fighting an infection of some sort.

He kept pawing at the window of his kennel. “Let me out!!” You try to resist that face. He lived his first few weeks in a kennel like this though, before I took him and his brother home, so he was able to sleep and relax eventually. He’d stretch and make biscuits whenever I came to visit.

Mostly. I posted this, retweeted it, and now I’m putting it here. Because the descriptions of kittens in the last line is the best I’ve ever heard. Thank you, Liberty Hardy.

Every day I have an extremely healthy salad for lunch (I fill it with greens, broccoli, carrots, tofu, etc.) and at night I have a small size Amy’s frozen pizza. It rarely changes.

When I tell friends they look at me like “what a sad, unimaginative, losing-out-on-the-good-life” friend we have. Turns out, I’m not the only one.

I would also spend all my time researching and writing books, if I could. And watching television and going to the movies. And the Losers Lounge. And choir. And reading in the park or on the couch. The occasional museum visit. Okay, how I spend my time is a little more varied than my eating habits, but not by much.

Heading down the stairs at the main branch of the New York Public Library.

By the time I got out what little snow left on the ground was more slush than snow. Poor doggies having to do their business in that. That one dog is looking at me like, “Seriously? You’re taking a picture of this?? Really??”