Wolf's Den

Walked downstairs and into the kitchen to do... something. I don't know why.

Ended up grabbing a SF Dark Chocolate pudding cup, a hair stick from the table in the living room where I've been working on ArtQuilts and watching the Olympics, and back upstairs.

And here I sit. Typing up a journal entry.

I got the windows open, the A/C off. There's a wonderful breeze blowing in the windows. It's days like this that I'd sit outside with Dante, and just enjoy it. It's just not the same sitting out there alone. Max and Aries still won't willingly come out the back door, that's Dante's domain in their minds.

2 months, 5 days.

Some days it feels like it was only yesterday that she left me, others it feels a lot longer.

This secret posted in PostScret hit me hard yesterday. (I get the syndicated feed on LJ).

I wish Dante was still here to share winks with me.


I guess I'll eat my pudding cup, go do dishes that really need it, and maybe go outside to do some gardening. Or I might end up uploaded and editing for posting the latest pics from the garden.Or maybe I'll end up doing both.