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scottishlassHmmm I really should change my top graphic .. sakura season is well over and summer has begun .. not that you would notice here in G. Nope, here we have overcast sky and something like a thunderstorm lies in the air. Good thing it is warm but not hot - yesterday it seemed like an oven over here and I had some problems with my blood pressure :s
Cenour is dozing on the balcony while Chica is sleeping fitfully on my lap. The poor girl, another week ahead with the collar around her head. She really is miserable. Even though she is a little terrier, she grew up with cats and she normally cleans herself extensively even though it won't work as well as if she were a real cat. But that is her, sometimes she seems like a cross between a cat and a dog. Even now, with her on my lap while I type away, she feels more like a very huge cat instead of a Border Terrier.
His Hubbiness™ is doing grades in the living room and I can hear him in the background cursing his pupils. Poor man, but then again he dodged doing grades yesterday and now he has to bite the bullet.
I got a phone call this morning from Connor. It seems he will become an instructor next summer is over. His flyboy days are definitely drawing to a close even though I think he is now in his prime.
I feel like writing again but somehow a subject or plot deludes me. I could try to continue that romance I started two years ago for Nanowrimo but somehow since I had reached the goal I have never once opened it up again. Perhaps I should and then shop it around. We will see.
Cenour is dozing on the balcony while Chica is sleeping fitfully on my lap. The poor girl, another week ahead with the collar around her head. She really is miserable. Even though she is a little terrier, she grew up with cats and she normally cleans herself extensively even though it won't work as well as if she were a real cat. But that is her, sometimes she seems like a cross between a cat and a dog. Even now, with her on my lap while I type away, she feels more like a very huge cat instead of a Border Terrier.
His Hubbiness™ is doing grades in the living room and I can hear him in the background cursing his pupils. Poor man, but then again he dodged doing grades yesterday and now he has to bite the bullet.
I got a phone call this morning from Connor. It seems he will become an instructor next summer is over. His flyboy days are definitely drawing to a close even though I think he is now in his prime.
I feel like writing again but somehow a subject or plot deludes me. I could try to continue that romance I started two years ago for Nanowrimo but somehow since I had reached the goal I have never once opened it up again. Perhaps I should and then shop it around. We will see.
