Update from Chez Long. A lazy Sunday afternoon, slightly cooler than of late. Slept fitfully, dreamed of Christmas programs with cute little kids. Have no earthly idea why. Haven’t watched that adorable movie with Martin Freeman, Nativity, in a while. Have that hungover feeling of not being all awake and it’s 5:30 p.m. Haven’t accomplished much today.
Hubby is killing baddies on the PlayStation. The dogs are napping, Callie is cuddled against her mom, Thumper is dreaming and, no doubt, plotting world domination (our three-legged tuxedo cat with the Hitler mustache is secretly an evil genius).
Puddie is–well, Puddie is doing pretty much the same, still hanging out in the kitchen. We ply her with Fancy Feast and “people” tuna and extra cooking oil (seems to make things go down more easily for her) and a little Blue Bell. One day at a time.
Speaking of “blue,” I have also been thinking of blue eyes. A particular set of beautiful, expressive, intelligent, smouldering, sweet, sad, kind, amazing blue eyes. You may be familiar with them . . .