This was pretty much my angle on life for the past three days, except that most of the time I was looking at a book. Notice my husband standing in the doorway, perhaps wishing I'd put the book down and talk to him.
Dr. Jones is constitutionally incapable of ignoring the drawstrings of a hoodie, so I've been alternating between cuddling him and fighting him off. It's going to be a long winter, considering that almost all of my jackets have drawstrings.
Jones does get kudos for catching one of the many fat, lazy flies that have been buzzing noisily around the house. He batted it out of the air with his paws and ate it up without hesitation. I wish he'd catch them all.
I've finished two more books since yesterday's post: A Fatal Grace by Louise Penny and The Shaman Laughs by James D. Doss. I particularly liked the first one and I'm looking forward to reading others in the series.
I had a nice, quiet evening yesterday while my husband was off playing a gig. I made myself some cinnamon hot chocolate and popped some popcorn on the stove. I've really been enjoying my open schedule this weekend.
Earlier today I did my volunteer shift taking care of the shelter cats at Petco. Today was claw clipping day, which went better than it sometimes does. The kittens all forgave me after I was finished.
Now I'm back home and reading Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Philosophy: Fear and Trembling in Sunnydale, which has been in my bookcase for some time now. It's interesting so far, even though I haven't given much thought to philosophy in general since the Philosophy 101 class I took in college.
Tonight my only plan is to make turkey pot pie out of the remaining Thanksgiving leftovers. Beyond that, I imagine I'll spend the rest of the day sitting in my chair with my books and cats. This is the life!