Hello reader. As you might have surmised, yesterday went straight into the shitter, on many different levels. Thank you to everyone was so kind and supportive; it meant a lot to me. Also, I need to send out a humble, shame-faced apology to Ray who just happened to leave a bad joke at the wrong time. I think its called Spousal Timing, but I've never experienced it with anyone but my husband before. I am sorry Ray, can we still be friends, even if I'm a nutcase broad sometimes?
I did manage to find the missing cat. Scrawny Joe McAllister turned up yesterday evening, after several frantic searches. He was thin, hungry and had a nasty open absess on the base of his tail. Luckily I am skilled in absesses, but unluckily, the husband let him out this morning, so now Scrawny Joe is AWOL again. Have I mentioned I'm not real happy with the husband-person? Yeah, not so much.
There is other flotsam in my life right now as well, jamming up my normally intact sense of humor, so its probably best if I just slink away for awhile and focus on canvases.
"I am a dribbling asshole." Kenneth Brannagh, "Peter's Friends"