crawling into my bed cocoon.
I sure hope that it births me fully an adult butterfly come springtime.
Winter is a time of metamorphosis. Everything seems to be in stasis, but it is a time of great change.
Normally my brain would be booze-soaked by this time on Friday. But it is not. So therefore, it spins. Stuck on loop.
Man. This was kind of a depressing post.
Fluffy kitties. There.
Mine has taken to giving me a murderous look whenever I pick her up. That cat would kill me if she only had thumbs.