It’s just past 6 o’clock in the evening. I’m having what I call my “happy hour coffee.” Today, the Friday of Memorial Day Weekend, we finally got a full day of sun in San Diego and my coffee is iced.
I’m still wearing my yoga clothes from my morning yoga practice which happened somewhere around 9 am. The only time I’ve gone out of the house today was when Rocky, my neighbors’/landlords’ dog, came up for his morning treat. We have to go outside on the porch for our morning ritual now because I’m kitty-sitting my sister’s two cats and I’m not sure what all three critters might think of each other, so I’m taking no chances.
For several months now (has it been years?), I’ve been talking about getting another cat. I’ve been feline free since I lost my darling Rumi in 2012. I mean what kind of writer am I that I don’t have a cat?