This morning I woke up to kisses and love. Not the romantic kind, the feline kind. That big black shadow of a kitten pressing her cheeks forward for an air kiss, like she was checking my pulse with affection. Whiskey and I were up late last night playing pounce and half-watching Saturday Night Live, which for her mostly meant attacking invisible objects and for me meant laughing at jokes I’ll only half remember.
So the morning turned into a slow one. Resting and healing felt like the right assignment. I was supposed to hook up with a friend, but I overslept and he came down with the flu. Timing has its own sense of humor. Maybe next time.
Mom and I went grocery shopping, which is one of those quietly productive activities that makes you feel like you’ve participated in civilization. I also picked up a new charger cable for my iPhone. Whiskey has developed a hobby of unplugging and chewing wires, which feels less like curiosity and more like a targeted attack on modern technology.
We were going to go to church, but I wasn’t quite up to it yet. As I like to tell my Republican family and friends, you have a better chance of making me a Catholic than a conservative. Faith is a journey. Politics is a maze. Some days you just stay home and let the soul stretch out a little.
The good news is the cravings were light today. Not gone, but calm. That feels about right and on track. Quiet victories count just as much as loud ones.
I got this.
by Dan and Bonkers
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