I think my body is a little tired from the time spent on gastrointestinal issues, so I gave in to the strong desire to sleep today. Almost all day. On the sofa, waking up every now and again to see which cat was now curled up beside me and episode of Monk was being shown.
Monk is the TV equivalent of Lillian Jackson Braun's Cat Who ... books. Both are about murder, but both are low on the suspense, violence and gore. So Monk was an appropriate companion this gentle afternoon.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Love me some Monk!
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