Minnie, my cat, climbs under our bedspread after I make the bed, creating an unusual hill in the middle of the otherwise smooth bed. If I pet this little lump, I hear a small grumpy meow – an acknowledgement I exist, a request to go away. Looking back over the starts and stops of the last few months, I’m sure that if some mornings I’d joined Minnie under the bedspread I would...
November 22, 2018
Plodding on
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