January 1st, morning. Black coffee and The Daily Siege and the cat staring at me from the bed where he took the red feather (ripped from his new toy) to kill with some privacy.
I feel like cleaning and listening to music and taking pictures. To make subtle changes in my space and show off, a little. Time to dampen a paper towel and start over on my calendar, and flesh out some of those lists I was assigned last night.
Time to repaint my toes. Red is important.
Speaking of which, what I would have given to have witnessed this in person. I would put money on that commercial shoot being the culmination of someone’s childhood fantasy. Hell, someone’s adult fantasy. (The frog!!!)