This month is sure going by in a hurry.
They all seem to anymore.
I will repeat a well worn cliche:
I don't know where the time goes to.
I wish I could have had someone take a
photo the other evening, when I was
sitting in the Laz-boy and Mr Jinx
was on the foot and Annabelle was in my
lap asleep.
Boo started going around the chair trying to
figure out how she could fit into the
scenario.
Finally she decided to GO FOR IT.
She jumped up on my chest and curled up.
So I had a trio of cats on me.
It was quite something.
Soon February will be gone.
Very soon.
Always seems like there is one thing
or the other to take care of.
I see all of our lives are this way.
No time for rocking chairs.
Or peace.
