I was working on a post earlier about suicide.People are killing themselves left and right, and it breaks my heart. And enrages me.
There's still something there to be said, but…when I sat down to work on the post again tonight, just the thought of it depressed me. Imagine that.
So I sat, like most nights, and ate my dinner on the sofa. With an episode of Gilmore Girls on the DVD player and my cat in my lap.
Little Emaline, you are my sanity after a crazy day. You are my warmth when I'm frozen to the bone. I had no idea how much I could love a stupid little animal, and yet here you are.
I saved your life and gave you a home, but I can't imagine mine without you. I am a cat lady.
A cat lady seldom posing as a writer. I'll come back. I promise.