The door was wide open today. Our scaredy cat lurks by the door and sniffs outside, rushing in at the slightest disturbance outside. She so longs to go outside, and then when she gets there she's overwhelmed and makes sure she stays close to the door.
Last night I fell asleep by being questioned and having a conversation about my favorite this, and my favorite that. Favorite seafood? Shrimp. Favorite animal? Cat. Favorite fruit? Cherry. Favorite vegetable? Roasted, sweet red pepper. It's funny how I could have all those things, and all of them could be bad.