the blue muse

It’s been a crazy-busy week already and it’s only Wednesday. The kind of week where nose to the grindstone leaves no time for sitting in the garden, no time for writing, no time for playing with a naughty kitten.

He comes to my studio window and meows, not wanting to come in, but rather, wanting me to come out.

And I say yes, me too, but you see, there’s this work that needs doing. But he doesn’t see, of course, he has no concept of bills to be paid and chores to be done, and he tries to get his way by flopping down belly up in the garden path and looking at me in the irresistible upside-down-way that always makes me laugh.

And I think he has the right idea.

Sigh.

Perhaps tomorrow.

In the meantime, I’ll just have to let him soak up the sun for me…

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Wishing you a Wednesday filled with sunshine.

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