I was sitting on the floor yesterday, taking photos of the Squish having second dinner. She saw I wasn’t moving. Not immediately anyway. And she hopped off the chair and crawled into my lap and stayed there for a long cuddle.
I was crying in the car. I could come up with a bunch of reasons why. But I don’t think they are real reasons. A bit like how if you physically hurt yourself when you are sad you all of a sudden find yourself crying your heart out. The Googy promised me we could go home and she would give me all the cuddles and I could have as much coffee as I wanted.
I find myself somewhat obsessively cleaning the house. Have I reached my tolerance for mess? Am I having a third life crisis? Am I having a personality change? I don’t know.
The Googy makes orange paint by mixing yellow and red and declares herself to be a genius and a chef.
I make big plans that move too slow.
These are the threads that I hold on to.