In Which I Wax Maudlin And The Kittens Try To Escape

Ouch. Wall of pain. Hoped to avoid hitting it full force.

GG is still living here, which makes life easier/harder sometimes? (Am I turning into Gertrude Stein?)

This weekend  while I am in Florida, GG will begin packing and moving into Mr. Baby's new house in Maryland.

The Lab goes too but we have an oral custody agreement.

When I need her,she will come. All I have to do is ask. Kittens are all well and good but nobody says "hello there" like a dog.

I am trying to live in the now but the now is sad. I look sad. My hair is droopy and I might be one tiny touch too skinny. 

Never satisfied am I?

Okay, let's take a minute and read my silver lining playbook: I haven't smoked, I haven't drank, I  haven't indulged in retail therapy, I haven't joined an internet dating site. I have a home, a job, the most wonderful friends, 2 glam kittens and spring is a coming.

This too shall pass.  Right?

Does anybody know when?

 

xo Jane