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.
Once upon a time, there was a Suite Marmalade. Then there wasn’t, and then there was, and now there is again…in a new form.
Now, I’m as whimsical as any girl raised on Narnia and Tolkien and Strawberry Shortcake. But even I know that certain things do not exist: Vegan cheese that tastes like cheese. Bad John Hughes movies. Great tomatoes from outside New Jersey. Unadoptable cats.