My mind is blank.
I'm tired.
I could write about how Cutie has become attached to my hip since a bird bumped into a second-story window in our great room yesterday afternoon. This is the third time this year that a bird has tried to fly through it. Cutie saw the action yesterday and was so scared that she ran and clung to me and would not let go as I prepared dinner. Her chair at the dinner table had to be touching mine while we ate. She panicked when she couldn't find me as I dared to shut the bathroom door. I was able to peel her off me so I could go to a girl's-night-out, but when I came home, she was back. She slept in my lap as I checked the blogs but cried desperately when I tried to put her in bed. I held her on the couch and then she was content to sleep there long enough for me to get ready for bed. Then she came in bed with me and had to be touching me to feel safe enough to fall asleep. If I tried to scoot over, she would grab me like I was her life preserver.
I'm tired.
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