August

August, I know I am suppose to welcome you, but you are too hot for me, and I will be counting the days to September. At least there will be some blueberry picking and hopefully some swimming to get us through it.

In other news, there is no news on Terrapin. Sigh. I miss holding him, his friendly love bites, the way he gave gnome kisses/nuzzles. He was really the best of all cats. I am probably in a huge denial right now, hoping against hope that he will return us, despite news of other cats in the area disappearing and sightings of a fisher.

Despite all this life keeps spinning me a long... one giant wheel just rolling. We've been tackling house problems... digging into the great unknown of our cupboards... trying to figure out, where the heck did that come from? I'd really would love to get rid of at least half of all we own. Anyways, time for bed for me!