Kitty cat standoff.

Truth.

Sometimes?

He hasn’t been paying attention. At all. Ever. There’s a reason the poem is called America is a Gun.

It’s self defense.

Ha!

Topping off a perfectly, wonderful lazy day.

Yesterday’s library haul.

Steinbeck in a box.

This is my boy, Steinbeck. I brought him home 10 years ago. I love him. Look at him. He’s incredibly adorable. He’s a d**k. In fact, I often say to him as I am leaving for work, “I love you Steinbeck. Be kind. Don’t be a d**k.”

A chilly afternoon of leisure: Book, bubbles, wine and the jazzy sounds of Oscar Peterson playing in the background.

Fantastic photo!

Mr. Bond and my latest read.

I haven’t shopped Amazon in 10 yrs and before 2015 I can count on one hand the times I used them - and still have fingers left over.

I haven’t shopped Amazon in 10 yrs.

You just did. 😉

Steinbeck.

Said goodbye to my sweet Emma Rose this morning. She was 20 yrs old and the prettiest, best girl.

Wealthy, white man.

My sleepy boy.

Trump will take the oath, but Musk will be sitting at the desk in the Oval Office.

Steinbeck.

Thank you.
Have a good day.

Bubbles, jazz, coffee and a great book.

“In the Lot the dark held hard.”

Perfect.

“If a fear cannot be articulated, it can’t be conquered. And the fears locked in small brains are much too large to pass through the orifice of the mouth.”

Laughter and tears. A beautiful heartwarming story.

“The writer writes the words. The given reader reads the words. And the book, the unique and repeatable book, doesn’t exist until the given reader meets the writer on the page.”
Page 235 

The most gorgeous city in America. This photo is Fantabulous.

Bond. Mr Bond. 💙