It’s a beautiful day to read outside.

Book therapy makes me happy.

Sometimes I just shout, “Who’s afraid of little old me?” And continue on my way.

Ginger cat love

This is what a dad’s love looks like. My dad found out that I only have two screwdrivers. A week later, he gave me my own set.

My neighbor’s garage went up in flames this morning a little before 6:00. I didn’t realize it until a policewoman banged on my door telling me to be prepared to leave. Thankfully, I didn’t need to evacuate. So grateful it could have been so much worse.

I want to go back to Saturday, when I was still living for the hope of it all.

I’m not ready to let this weekend go. Seeing the #erastour was a special kind of magic.

I am four blankets cold.

It’s been a wild couple of days. Coming home to cats, rejuvenates my soul.

Can you tell I’m obsessed with Fourth Wing?

Coming home to them is the best part of my day.

Gus doing Gus things.

Charlie has been gone almost six months. And some days I just want to cry. He was my constant companion. I miss his snuggles the most.

Me when the next ACOTAR book comes out