Epilogues: October 2019
The clocks are changing. The colors are changing. And you and me and 125 cats…we’re changing, too.
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The clocks are changing. The colors are changing. And you and me and 125 cats…we’re changing, too.
Now is not the winter of our discontent. Now is not yet the triumphal procession towards spring. Now is the holy roll of ordinary time at Tabby’s Place.
If years were condiments, 2015 would be a fresh jar of Jif. Today is fresh, unsullied, full of poetry and possibility. But before we plunge into that smooth unknown, here’s one last tarantella with Old Man 2014.