Thank God It's Dark
At least now that it's dark, I don't have to look out my window and see hopeless gray and be all bummed out. It started to rain around four, and is supposed to keep up through tomorrow, and heavy. It's depressing.
Now I'm thinking about a Ray Bradbury story called "All Summer in a Day", about a little girl who moves from earth to a planet where the sun never shines, and I want a copy of the half-hour dramatization of it that was on TV 25 years ago. Note to self: pursue this after posting entry.
Ahem, yes. So, on with things. It's Friday, finally, at long last. My plans for tomorrow include a lot of driving around in the rain and stuff, going to feed the kitty in the morning. I'm going to bring my camera so I can maybe get a decent shot of her at last, but here's one that K got with her phone:
Her favorite place to hang out is in the bathroom sink.
Okay, I'm going to post and get back to Truman. World War II has already started, and I'm not even a quarter of the way through the book. I can only assume that every word he spoke in real life from this point on is in there somewhere.
WATCHING THE FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #1695
The rain! I wanted to cry when we arrived home at 9pm to find my newspaper (afternoon delivery at 4pm) on my driveway, sans bag, completely soaked. There's no way I can read it in that condition. I am very, very sad now.
ReplyDeleteThat is one cute cat!! My real mom had a cat who slept in her bathroom sink. But then, he was a crazy cat.
What an adorable cat! I've had a lot of cats, but I've never had a 'sink kitty'. Too cute!
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