But still I do quite a few things. The other day, as I walked, I saw this black cat ahead.
Funny. More than eight years have now passed since I lost my original black cat, Little Guy. I searched relentlessly for Little Guy. I made posters and put them up everywhere.
I drove to the pound, 12 miles away, again and again and again in the hope that he would show up there, even though I knew he would not.
And when I saw this black cat, eight-and-a-half years later, my heart leaped to my throat.
And then the cat saw me and ran off into trees.
And here is my own calico buddy, Chicago, with Royce, today. They are enjoying a wild, raucous, time, chasing grizzly bears through their dreams.
One of these days, I will get caught up, rested up and I will steam forward on this blog once again. Don't give up on me.