What shall we be scared of today, kittens? I know, I know! Let’s go with “being changed.”
The world hurts. Our cities are weeping. Pestilence is leaping from land to land. We are entirely too separate from one another.
There’s no pleasant way to say this. The tulips are toast.
Only fools can love. Fortunately, we are all fools.
Cats are exquisitely skilled creatures. They are gifted at acquiring fish mush and veneration. They are talented at adapting to change. But they are arguably at their best when finding nooks.*
Brace yourself. I come to you bearing no new news.
Today’s blog post is sponsored by the known unknowns. We tried to get a sponsorship from the unknown unknowns, but they never responded.
So you’re scared. I have good news, whether or not you want to hear it: you are not scared to death.
These are, as they say, the times that try men’s souls. And women’s. And congresspersons’. And wombats’. And the soul of language itself.
Gratitude: being more aware, and therefore more thankful, of what you have than what you lack.