I'm working hard to work with it all, but it's taking a lot of conscious effort. Things are brewing though, I have perhaps half of a half-baked blog post hastily written, but it's not ready. I'm not ready.
So, instead I'm posting this, hoping that it's true.
And this too.
But that all seems so heavy, and I'm getting sick of heavy. So here you go. Cats finding comfort in seemingly restrictive, uncomfortable spots. You're welcome.
3 comments:
Right there with ya...maybe we can hold each other for balance. The song.."don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge. I'm trying not to lose my head" started playing in my head as I read your post."
xo
I feel your pain, Beth. I'm irritable as shit lately. I would say that we should get together and commiserate, but we'd probably just piss each other off. I'm going to go find a fuzzy boot to curl up in.
xo
Jacquie
Oh, the edge. Oh, I'm familiar. Every day it gets closer. And sharper. And the precipice gets deeper.
Look out beloooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww.
*Sigh*. May I join you in the fuzzy boot?
Ellie
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