Epilogues: November 2020
Be it known that November 2020 has come, November 2020 has gone, November 2020 will not be back again. You and me and the cats, though? We’re still here.
Be it known that November 2020 has come, November 2020 has gone, November 2020 will not be back again. You and me and the cats, though? We’re still here.
If yesterday was a whoop, today is a whisper. If yesterday let it all hang out, today tucks in tight, pondering in its heart. But let’s be real: the cats can’t choose not to tell the difference.
On this 28th day of November, 2019 AD, in Ringoes, New Jersey, United States, Planet Earth, there’s a lot to be worried about. There’s a lot to be angry about. There’s a lot to be weepy about. But there is so much more more more to be grateful for.
The clocks are changing. The colors are changing. And you and me and 125 cats…we’re changing, too.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables “I’m so confused I live in a world where there are Augustobers.” – Hot cats of Ringoes, NJ