He’s not supposed to jump/climb/run for awhile yet.

I’m trying to keep him engaged.

And then I had to shove meds down his throat and we broke trust again and I got a little more of a claw in my hand that ideal but he was happy to see me tonight at FIRST, anyway?

Also Violent Femmes fucking KILLED IT. Worth the hurricane delay and juggling the foster cat stress.

Well, I can see why the flashlight in my car wasn't working.

Once again, I am trapped and cannot start my day. “It’s nearly 1 p.m.” means nothing to cats. I have been trapped for more than an hour.

Props to whomever googly-cyclopsed this restroom sign in Terminal A at Hartsfield. It provided a much-needed chuckle this morning after an unplanned overnight in the airport.

I’m sitting in an airport in Mexico, awaiting un avión that will take me to another airport in Mexico, where yet another airplane will return me to the U.S., and one last plane will bring me back to Florida.

It has been a lovely week. I wish I could stay longer. Here are a few photos.

In the Before Times, I’d have been pretty stoked about this. Now I’m a bit anxious about what the questions might be …

My mama had a kickwheel with a tractor seat when I was a lil tiny kid. I’ve never learned to throw for a damn, but I sure did have fun playing on that thing! Visual evidence that I was once a small, clay-smeared child. (I miss you.)

I’ve been awake for more than four hours. But I can’t get out of bed.

but if it’s too late to turn back
then you know as well as I do
that the only way out is grinding
and plodding, bushwhacking and slogging
whatever it takes to get through

Aspirational packer of book is guilted by cat.

Please enjoy the most absurd coloring book I’ve ever seen in a store checkout lane