Editing, editing, editing

Posted By on June 15, 2010

That’s what I’m doing.

The daughter’s at work. The husband’s golfing. The cat is hiding under his summer table. For some reason that table must be the coolest place in the house in summer. In spring, we lose him, we panic, and then eventually, we realize–table in the guest room. The house we lived in for most of his life had vents in the floor for the heating and the a/c. Kitty used to sprawl on the vents to cool his voluminous tabby belly. I always secretly wished I had the confidence to sprawl with my belly on a vent. But who wants to see that?

I could ramble some more crazy stuff, but instead I’m gonna take an editing break and leap into the pool–that’s already like swimming in a bowl of hot broth in this #$%^& heat. Kind of wish I’d begged the beloved to do a snake check before he left.

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