Not missing you anymore

I think I figured it out. I was thinking yesterday about someone I had not heard from in a long time, someone who should be going crazy trying to communicate with me. A few hours later she called. We don't always have great conversations, but this one was wonderful.

Yesterday Punky decided he wanted another golden fur ball from a rescue group. While my heart breaks for these animals, the idea of twice as much fur coating every square inch of my house gives me a headache. 90 pounds of Nuschler is quite enough for me at the moment.

I'm reading Peace like a River by Leif Enger and loving it. The narrative is beautiful and honest. It takes place in cold-weather Minnesota, so it relates to my need to crawl under blankets all the day long.

Stay warm, friends!