I had been working on a photo to post with this, but GIMP kept crashing my computer so…maybe not today, then.
Welcome to Monday! :/
Keely was excited to get out this morning — she’s back to belly flopping on my belly when she’s ready for me to wake up. It does strike me breathless, sometimes, with how much she’s changed from when I brought her home in 2016. She was so wary and standoffish back then, unwilling to spend much time on my bed and unhappy when I touched her tail or paws.
Not that she’s happy now when I have to brush her tail or dig burrs out of the fur around her paws or between the pads, but she tolerates it with only heavy sighs and resigned eye rolls. Yes, she really does roll her eyes!
Even with the wake-up belly flops we did not get out the door until 6 am, but at least it was still cool out.
As maybe has been apparent, I have been melancholy of late — life, world, online seems strained to breaking points (so many breaking points) and I am far too invested in judging myself harshly for the life I have created for myself in response to that. I am, of course, privileged to have the opportunity to create my life, but doesn’t that also beg the question of responsibility for it? Indeed.
Early morning, at least, still feels optimistic. A day reborn is a day of potential, the sun a harbinger of life continued.