Nobody tells you how quiet and perfect 5 AM really is

I was up and in the living room at 5:30 this morning.
That's too early even for me.

Carl Cat likes to hide at night, figuring we can't find him and he won't have to go to the laundry room.
Then he'll sneak out and try to snuggle all night.
I could tolerate that, but then he starts scratching at your head and chewing on your hair.
That's weird.

Labor Day brings a bittersweet goodbye to summer days

Labor Day has come and gone.
We'll be heading into those cold, dark, depressing days soon.

I don't think I've seen anything but the house since Saturday.
I get tired of sitting around, so I go outside and walk around the yard a time or two.

With respect and honor for those whose daily labor shapes the life of our communities

Woke up like this... still sleepy

Cowboy went to morning service.
I'd barely turned around twice before he was back home.
He muttered something sarcastic under his breath when I asked if he was home and went to bed.
Actual bed, not his recliner.

And yes, that was a dumb question, but seeing him walk back in after I'd watched him pull out of the driveway freaked me out a little.

Brain on strike, please try again later

It was a rough night, and I mean rough.
Right now we're trying to decide if this is one of her migraines or maybe a virus.
Cowboy said it might be something she ate.
With food recalls left and right, that's a possibility.

Headache: my brain's way of saying "nope."

We've made it to Wednesday.
I woke up at 7 a.m. and, like I usually do, I opened the front door to see if my little stray was waiting outside.
She was waiting for me on the porch.
She’s braver about staying near me, but still not close enough to grab.

It wasn’t one big crisis, just a hundred small slips

Hello September.
I’m not even going to try to write today.
It was one of those days, absolutely nothing happened.