Gratitude: Friday Morning Edition
Didn't do one of these yesterday because Thursday turned into a big bag of dicks starting with the news of Alan Rickman's death and proceeding downhill from there. I was much too angry, hurt and crabby to come up with gratitudes.
This morning's gratitude goes to the mushiest mush cat in my life, Smeagol. He spent the last few moments flopping on me, purring and smiling, and changed my almost cranky mood into a much better one. Thanks, Smeags.
This morning's gratitude goes to the mushiest mush cat in my life, Smeagol. He spent the last few moments flopping on me, purring and smiling, and changed my almost cranky mood into a much better one. Thanks, Smeags.