Clean bill of health?

I’ve got the Old Bay ready in case a crab magically appears.

I would rejoice heartily.

A little Mrs Dash goes a long way.

Feels like 18 here. The cats are gathered around a space heater like they’re summoning the sun.

I no longer wear his collar and I feel at peace with his passing. It took me nearly 9 years, but I think he knew I needed the journey to learn and grow.

Thanks Johnny for letting this old lady love and take care of you.

Grief is a funny thing. It changes and evolves, like it’s its own being. Three months ago, I was still wearing his collar. Today, I have a series hanging in my studio with his ashes in it, something I never would have imagined doing. It was incredibly healing.

Yes please take it, I don’t want 😅

It’s too early for this crap 🙃

Looks delicious!