Some cats have serious troubles.
Not my cats, though.
We (humans, not cats) just polished off a pot roast. I tossed a roast and some potatoes in the crock last night (which I put in the fridge) and then I actually remembered to (take it out and) set it this morning. Glory, hallelujah! Nothing better than getting home at 6:00 to the smell of slow-cooked meat.
Even though I'm feeling bad, (I've got minor cold) I'm feeling good. This afternoon I typed up the last of my next short story. I have to submit it Monday. E's reading it tonight and I'll spend the weekend making revisions. I feel good about it, and I feel good about having it done.
Oh, and I didn't wear makeup today. It was awesome.
Is it Friday yet? No? Almost.
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