“Apparently, We’re Starting Over”

We spent most of the day trying to find a new computer, and then to get the thing to work.

With Cowboy not willing to go to Knoxville, we were limited to Morristown or Jefferson City and Walmart. Well, Walmart was wiped clean.

There are three things you can always count on: death, taxes, and losing your data. Care to guess which one just happened?

Well, I'm on the tablet trying to blog, which I can do but would prefer not to do. I like a physical keyboard.

“Migraine mode: ON. World’s noise level: OFF please!” 🚫🔇

We can make this short and sweet, well, maybe not sweet.

Like almost every Thursday, it was town day.

missing you on your special day

I’ve been advised to steer clear of phrases like “I have nothing to write about,” “today was boring,” or “it was a nothing day.”
Well, that's all well and good, but what the living heck can you say when it was a nothing day?

Oh fine, let's give the old grey matter a workout and see what I can come up with.

♥♥♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥¸ ¸.•*¨*•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•*¨*

 

Nature's light show in full effect! ⚡️⛈️

I’m just sitting here, wondering where all the hours went. The day went faster than I thought it would.

Giving myself permission to just be

This was just a very quiet, low‑key, stay‑at‑home kind of day.
After yesterday I guess we needed it.

Darkness, Cold Coffee, No Wi-Fi, and the Great Flashlight Treasure Hunt

This is a little different.
I'm writing on Monday morning, although it's Sunday’s post and will be dated Sunday.

Grief is a natural process that comes in waves

One week ago today our Skunk walked across that Rainbow Bridge.
One week of opening the front door and no grey cat sitting on the back of the recliner with a paw up yelling at us.
One week cooking and no little grey cat standing on his hind legs with his front paws braced against the stove or the dishwasher helping us cook.
One week of heartbreak, one week of getting used to only having five cats.
One week of sorrow.

Finding My Way Back Online

I was up just before 6 this morning.
My inner spidey senses were telling me that I was all alone in bed.
Sure enough, Cowboy hadn't come in from work yet.

Every vote counts!

Another Thursday has come and gone.
The days are getting a little easier for me.
I think Cowboy misses his Squeaky as much as Badger and I do.

The Heavy Weight of "Life Goes On"

I don't think I can even pull one rabbit out of the hat today.

It feels like the days are long and endless and not a lot is happening.

I can tell the summer is winding down, and I always get seasonal depression when the seasons change.

Writing for Myself for a While

Badger had a very rough night, which meant I had a rough night.
She said she had a night terror.
I'm guessing she had one heck of a nightmare.

Taking the Blog Private for a While

My mind is a blank today.
Everywhere I turn, there's a reminder of Skunk.
We raised him from a barely weaned kitten.
Six years is a long time to spend with a cat.
A long time, yet not long enough.