I have been offline for a couple of weeks. The cat killed my mouse. Long story short: we have a bunch of spoiled pets that chew on woodwork, wires and one another. They eviscerate their toys and knock the stuffing of our sofa cushions. They eat so much food we are constantly running to the store hauling 20-pound bags of kibble home. In spite of all this we have them rooting around our feet at every meal hoping to get lucky. Anybody want a cat or three?
I decided it was a good time to catch up on some reading and made a no screen rule. There was no TV viewing, either. Just a little chocolate munching. Can't get rid of all my vices. New Year's resolutions last two days around here.
Well, somebody finally coughed up another mouse and I caught up on the posts. Things seem pretty normal on the board. Some people are better and some not so good and the rest are about the same (which is good).
While reading Johnom's message about the 30-year mortgage he recently signed I thought now there is an optimistic guy. That beats Andreae's grad school commitment.
I rummaged around at the back of my file drawer behind the mountain of medical stuff and found a hard copy of a novel that I had abandoned before my near-death experience. I don't know if it can be revived but miracles happen all the time. And I need a hobby while waiting for my garden to wake up. The bulbs did a bit of sprouting during a warm spell but went back to sleep when the cold weather returned. Expect some news on that front next month. Crocus and Winter Aconite will appear sometime in February.
Aspaysia, who needs to can those framented sentences.