Picking up where I left off one month ago is proving to be harder than I imagined.
Do you think I can remember where I put the picky-clippers (for cat toenails) before I left for PA?
When I got home and crawled into bed, Esau and Chloe decided to perform a cat scan confirming I was me. The cat scan lasted all night long in spite of my skill at sending cats into orbit with my eyes closed.
I looked like I was attacked by a phlebotomist on speed - poke holes on all exposed skin.
Why don't I close the door, you wonder?
Imagine howling bowling balls battering your hollow-core door. Yeah.
Aside from furry felines, figuring out where I'm supposed to be when, and with who is testing what little sanity I have. Oh, and remembering who's going out with whom in the marching band? Forgedaboutit.
Pennsylvania and Colorado may as well be on different planets. My mind?
In a whole other galaxy.