On the first day of December*

It’s cold outside and we’re (the cats and I) spending a lot of time wrapped in blankets and pondering the meaning of life. Many of the conversations revolve around treats and chasing bits of string. All of us want to chase snowflakes and are thankful to be car-less apartment-dwellers. I’m thankful to have two lap-warmers to keep me warm when Joe is out hunting and gathering.

I’ve started writing in a paper journal. Things have been here and there and I don’t think the Internet is very interested in that. I’ve done a lot of soul searching and heart mending.

I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.

I wonder what percentage of blog posts are apologies for not posting more? That certainly isn’t what this is.

It was about a year ago that I called Joe and asked him if he would mind a roommate. Well, three roommates. In about a month it will be a full year since we packed the little rental with cat carriers and he drove me home in the wet snow. That year has flown by. I have no regrets.

Not having a steady income and trying to find work in a recession is humbling. Small things become greatly appreciated. It is easier to create standards when you have to really think about what you need. Working for myself has helped me discover things inside me that I had buried and almost forgotten.

I have irons in the fire but my pessimistic side is being cryptic because you all don’t need to share in my disappointment and my optimistic side will be much more excited to share the news once it arrives.

I wonder what percentage of blog posts are cryptic apologies for not posting? Will my WordPress theme resize the photo? Will I have to fix it once I’m back at desk?

So many questions to ponder. Only time will tell.

* This post was brought to you from bed via the WordPress app for the iPhone and the letter M. Two kittens were given many pets during the typing of this post.