It’s my very favorite kind of blogging right now- I am snuggled up in bed typing as it rains and rains and rains outside- heaven! Also- thank god it’s raining… we’ve gone entire summers without rain before so this is a real treat. Only thing is we must not have shut the coop last night as there are some SOAKING wet chickens out there who are too stupid to get out of the rain. At least they’re clean. On to the actual purpose of the post.
This past week I turned 41, we went back to Castroville, and I got to nose around a cemetery again.
So, not gonna ease into it: on top of everything else going on, my 16 year old cat Wally got hit in the road this week. He so seldom went in the street, it’s kinda hard to process that’s how it ended for him.