It’s raining nicely, and I’m home and in a comfy place. people at work were respectful and kind, today. Happy for it.
Dinner is warming on the stove. rice, tofu, broccoli and peanut sauce.
I’m counting blessings tonight. There’s a lot of ’em out there… and a few in here, too. Love, life, knowledge, the senses. Relief. Hope.
G’night, dear journal.
Hmm… Why does Newt leaping into the litter box to do his duty immediately after I clean it out crack me up so much?
“Hey! This doesn’t smell like *my potty*! I’d better pee, and then rooster tail a little of the sand! That’s better!” Maybe he likes adjusting the sands, a la a Zen garden… albeit with tootsie rolls after digesting.
He’s been a playful little guy all morning…playing milk ring fetch like a good boy… it really makes me happy when he brings me the ring, and drops it in front of me, out of the blue. I know he digs the quality time with his mamma-pod, and I surely do, too.
Back to Newtie-play. 🙂