Of Cat Hair and Formatting

Leave the house, come back hours later. Cat is in the same spot at the end of the couch.

Would think he was breaking new sleeping records, even for a cat, were it not for the wastepaper basket in the front room dumped over every.single.time. come home.

Why you wanna eat paper, cattamuffin?

(Yes, I feed him. So shaddup.)

Turned in formal paper for holistic assessment today. Big fun. Took me as long to create the APA reference page as it did to write the effing paper.

Today is beautiful.

Sun, falling leaves.

Leaves already fallen in orangey red golden blankets of crunchy fall smelling goodness.

Perfect picnic weather.

Real dishes and little snacks out of a Dorothy-Wizard-of-Oz-esque flip top basket. Blue gingham in the drop cloth 'stead of the attire.

Little Kansas girl, ruby slippers, shoulda made the moves on the tin man somewhere along the yellow brick road.

(He really had a heart all along...)

Class, work, cleaning house, homework, laundry, early bedtime.

Notice no picnic in that list.

Alas.