Well, Brendan, your cat Sorsha is heading down to Florida with your Mother. It is no longer going to have to suffer me, and likewise, I am rid of all cats. This is a shot of Sorsha in its carrier on the front seat of the rental truck. I can't adequately describe the joys of feline-freedom: no more scratching and chipping away at the doors, and no more meowing at 4:00 am wanting food, and no more shredded areas of carpet, or the shedding, or the claws stuck in the screens, or the mess at the litter box, or the scratched furniture, or the chewed plants, or dashes to get out the door, or scooping poop, but other than that I had no problem with it.
It's Monday and the start of another work week. Except for me. I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers. These pics need no words. Why muddy the waters? They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley. The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter. If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one. But, please, no more.
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