Hey Jude
This post has been weeks and prayers in the making. So let’s start here: it’s cause for celebration that you’re reading this at all. The mere existence of this post means that Jude is still very much alive.
Sup?
We’re a long way from condiment season. But in a certain Community Room, it’s still high time for hot dogs and hamburgers.*
Outpouring
Some days this job brings us very close to something very sacred. Correction: that occurs every day. Some days we’re just temporarily unclouded enough to see it.
Birthday beasts
Every day is a party at Tabby’s Place. There are shenanigans. There is tomfoolery. There’s enough Party Mix to make a trail to Neptune and back. But one day still stands apart.
Banish winter
This post could have had several names. In living color. She’s a rainbow. But “banish winter” it shall be.
Ever new
You, dear human beans, give me hope. It’s my fervent hope that you give yourselves hope, too.
It’s over. It’s not over.
The cookies are eaten. The gifts are unwrapped. Our hearts are half-splendor, half-melancholy. Christmas is over.