Love When The Forecast Is For 90
Today has been one of those days. Not necessarily bad, just not the kind you want to have your own personal Groundhog Day modeled after. Case in point? I got to chat with the dude from the gas company while wearing my “grandmotherly” bathrobe and my hair standing on end. I bet he wishes he hadn’t come to my door right then. I suppose the bright side of the whole catastrophe is the fact that by being freshly showered instead of my pajamas he may have assumed I was some health nut who’d been exercising for three hours. Of course, we all know I was swilling coffee and writing, but whatever.
Anyway, after I dealt with Mister Gasman, I took my kitty to the vet. It’s a good thing she’s in fine health because cramming her furry butt into the cat carrier is hella taxing, not to mention dangerous. But she went and is home sans stitches and now the only question is how long will she pee on our beds to let us know she didn’t appreciate her vet-visits.
So like I said, it isn’t a bad day. Just not a whoo-hoo kind of day. But if there is a way to turn a blah-day into a not-too-shabby-day, it’s by making the house smell good.
Today is a glorious fall day with a predicted high of 90. My kitchen faces the west which gets no afternoon shade. I don’t have central air conditioning.
But just now I took a batch of pumpkin muffins out of the oven. Middlest loves pumpkin spice muffins and she had a rough morning.
I figured we could both use a little love.