Monday, 28 July 2008
The plan was to spend an hour at the pool, hoping for sun for a little while. Turns out that the sun came out a bit longer and I, dork that I clearly am, got burned all over. I even got a necklace burn. Classy, no?
I think someone has told my cat, Rosie, that I'm going away. Lately she's been all over me; if I sit down for five minutes, she's there in my lap being freakin adorable. I worry I'll go away and come back and she won't remember me. I'm probably not giving her enough credit, she's a smart cat, but even so... I will certainly miss that warm, purring pile of fur in my lap.