My cat, Charlotte, is home -- after suffering the indignity of having two teeth pulled at about 9:00 this morning. She's still a little loopy, with dilated pupils, a sway to her walk and a wee bit of drool on her chin, but that's to be expected after anesthesia.
While she isn't as furious as she was this morning when she found herself in the dreaded cat carrier, she's still pretty pissed. How dare I do that to her? She is, after all, descended from Egyptian gods. My behavior was not at all serf-like.
But my diva is home. I am relieved and grateful.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 60!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live in the burbs and work in the city (Chicago, the best city in the world). I'm an aunt, a friend and a colleague. 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.