When I went to check it out, I found two catnip toys and a canister of spilled treats. Not included in the photo, but nearby, was Roy Hobbs. He was sprawled out and blissed out, and he regretted nothing.
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.