This cat, I swear….

She was desperately needed today, likely because I’ve been running downtown every day for the past week. It’s hard to explain to her that cutlets made by a god among men and shopping are more important than hanging out with her.

She’s taken to parking herself on top of my shoes in an act of defiance. Or as a not-so-subtle hint that I shouldn’t leave my shoes laying around.


How have I lived so much of my life without canvas shoes?

I’ve always hated shoes. Women always joke that the first thing they do when they get home is take off their bra. In reality, shoes are the first to go. But I find myself putting canvas shoes back on like they’re slippers.

It’s so weird to walk places and have feet that don’t hurt. Screw heels and sandals. Canvas shoes are where it’s at.