Doing my best to get back to walking 10 miles a day. Time on the road, looking at the clouds, it helps me deal with the loss of my cat. For seven years I revolved my life around being home at 4pm to feed that little bugger, and usually it was around 2pm that the screaming and yelling would begin, when Blue would awake and start demanding to be fed. Tonight it’s chilly. A rainy, cold night. The college kids are notably absent, too, so it’s quieter than normal. We would have settled in nicely this evening. Maybe made some tea, which he’d always sniff and recoil from the smell. Then he’s burrow between my legs and sleep like it was his job. So seven years of that… of a familiar presence when I was home, going about my day. I didn’t realize at the time how much that little buddy felt like home.
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