Sunday Night

This is a photo of Jack and Latte peering out the window last winter...

Had a sleep attack about 8:30 p.m., listened to classical music to attract the Sandman, and all that I accomplished was a good cry. And the Sandman slipped away on the ice and snow (Yar.) Awake and alert, I turn off Pachebel's Canon and trot downstairs to the laptop, where I am now blogging away. I should probably call this blogsite the id site, with all the recent food and snooze posts (*smile*).

Speaking of food, time for warm soymilk and maybe some soft jazz...

Love, Grasshopper