Do cats have a sense of time? Some say yes. I will know for certain when we return home from our travels and find hash marks on the kitchen wall. I can hear the sound of Callie’s claw as she rakes it down over the wall and her muttering about being left again.
Spring is really close. The green tips of the crocuses are visible along the edge of the driveway. I do not want to see snow when we return.
The thaw has produced our river-runs-through-it basement once again. Fortunately, it is a small trickle that comes in the southeast corner and runs across the full length of the basement where it exits by way of the floor drain on the north side. And who ever thought it was a good idea to dig a hole in clay anyway?
As I once again trust Turbo Tax with all our tax information, I wonder how it is that their security has never been breached.
And now to bed so I can tumble out of bed at 5:30 to begin our next adventure.
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