and i just can't get the ole tail moving. i'm dog tired and sore as hell from moving all of those bound volumes and shelves. my hands feel like they have arthritis, my lower back is in desperate need of shiatsu....
doesn't matter that it's morning with the beatles, when you guess the right answer, you get mugged (jumbo beatle mug)...ms. lizzy, beethoven, and george's trippy sitar can't push me along to lift one foot over the tub side and turn the faucets...go shower already...the kitkats await..
ms. uti is shredding the hell out of my fingers. it's tough trying to pill a cat with only one hand while the other holds the little spitfire trying to break her paws free from the super jumbo beach towel that's a temporary straight-jacket. ah, but how angelic she looks sleeping on the corner tip of my bed...do i see a smile on those catlips?