As you can all imagine, I'm living with a cat with a very swollen head. ( Wonder how that will translate into say Dutch?)
If Lucy wasn't so busy sleeping on the radiator, my purse, the bed she would be jealous of the attention Gus has received.
Mousing takes it out of a girl.
As does dating.
Break time. Now how do I break that news? Seriously...
Pros of dating: you get to wear cute outfits instead of work clothes/gym clothes/gardening clothes (though if you saw my garden right now you would think I must have run out of clothes to put on).
You get to go to new restaurants, see shows, talk about yourself and if you're dating someone who was a trial lawyer for 7 years, answer many, many questions.
You get to meet new people and hear their story, and I love a story.
You learn to take the Metro!
Cons of dating: you come home dirty and tired from work and have to take a bath, mess with your hair and put on said cute outfit, when all you want to do is put on your lounge around clothes.
After being gone all day, you just have time to feed the cats before you plunge out into the darkness, leaving them ownerless.
At some point physicality will enter the picture and you have to decide if you want to go down this road or not.
And if not, you have to find a loving way to say it.
For once in my life I am at a loss for words.
What would Carrie Bradshaw do?
I ask you. I asked S-man but he has no ideas. Sigh. But then he made a delicious almost encrusted halibut for dinner so he's forgiven.
Could this blog get any more personal? I think not.
The Author and The Sleeper