My precious baby
I’m in a bad fibromyalgia crash, but am dressed and able to gently walk around, and it’s a GORGEOUS day so we went to drop some things off at the local charity, then got some coffee.
It’s only taken half a century but I’m finally feeling in my bones the link between “gee I hate things being so cluttered,” and “gee that looks fun, surely I can fit one more hobby/item/appliance into our lives.” These days I’m acquiring much less, and when it does feel right to add something, I’m eyeballing its general footprint and then trying to get rid of at least a couple things that match it.
Last night I pulled a pile of coats out of the closet to go through them, and Cal immediately found his nap spot on them and began putting biscuit holes in my rain poncho.
Taxes filed for another year, and I received a #caturday bonus. They know me well!
Is this too many kitties (y/n)