Hi there.

Fed the stray cat, went for a stroll, secured a beverage, drew a bath.

The not-stray cat who is my friend sat on the side of the tub occasionally lapping at the water while I tried to wash off the funk ( both literal and figurative ) of my day.

Getting ready to ease into drink number two, turn on some soft music, and braid my damp, unruly mess of hair.

Some days doesn't the world just beat you down ?

I know.

Me too.

Hang in there.

XOXO

Today seems as if it has only lasted two hours or so.

Man.

Filled out the last of the paperwork for a mortgage today. Shooting for a closing the third week of March.

Heavy.

Just realized how much I like to use the work heavy. Ha.

Worked long long late late last night and it's making me feel like I need to turn in early to make up for it. And by early I mean right about now.

Night night.

TODAY

By: Trisha

Calling in sick to work makes me feel like a jerk.

So does writing sentences that rhyme.

THE END

good morning, you.

it took as unusually large bucket o' coffee to get me up and out of bed this a.m.

now am rocking some trashed-out floods-a-comin' sweat pants and pretending not to know that the shelf 'bras' in tank tops don't really count as bras once you reach my particular cup size or that you really should comb your hair before going out in public.

appointment at 1 to look at some houses and before that am going to go pay someone to rub my achy, abused feet and trim my toenails. also probably stop somewhere and pay too much for another hit of caffeine.

off i go before the skies open and dump out a buncha water.

XOXO