Seems like just yesterday it was my birthday, and now it's the middle of March... the weather has been stunningly beautiful, and my tired spirit welcomes spring...
Thanks to Aunt Judy and Uncle Sam, Pooky is sporting a jaunty new winter jacket and spring hoodie... completed by a dashing new turquoise collar with her name spelled in Swarovsky crystals... Very much like Liz Taylor, minus the lovely perfume smell... Pook has always liked wearing sweaters, and in her geriatric years seems cold all the time. This is quite a wonderful comfort measure.
Although it's only Thursday, it seems like it should be the end of the week... We took Angeni into Orangeville to rendezvous with her godmother Kaaren, and intended to be back home by 3:30. Well, at that time we were in the Kia dealership getting a new headlight, so being significantly delayed we grabbed some supper, groceries and landed home this evening. Brian got a mere cursory whiff of his beloved Home Depot. That's him sighing now... All the dogs were near panicked that we were away over 6 hours. The various and sundry cats were curious about this as well, but returned to normal once the can opener went off... the universal cat food signal. We've done dishes, put the laundry in the dryer, started the wood stove and settled in for a quiet night - I'm pooped. And yet, tomorrow we have clients all day, and the house to clean and prep for the autumnal equinox...
Life is good, and so is Pizza Hut...
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