Let’s see… the frames of my glasses snapped, so I have to go see the local optometrist tomorrow. Jon and I also had a fight and it’s hotter than hell here, thus I’m dehydrated and crabby.
Let’s also just not talk about the scratches on my arms, OK?
Meditatio
"Though she be but little she is fierce." — William Shakespeare
They’re from the cat, no?
That’s where mine come from.
Hope things improve. You can always come hide out in Boston for awhile…
unfortunately, not from the cat.