I suppose I owe some sort of explanation for being so behind in my posts for this (last) week. Not that I have much of one besides the dubious and always inadequate, “oh, life is so BUSY sometimes!” Even Connor is glaring at me as if to say, “what the crap happened to our clean home and why aren’t you doing anything about it?” It’s a low point in my life when my house’s cleanliness is being judged by a cat that proudly brandishes dingleberries like precious heirloom brooches.
Strange how, when at this time of year, the rest of the outdoor world seems to be readying itself for dormancy, I find myself propelled well beyond my usual busy life into absolute chaos. Fortunately I have the company of my beautiful kitchen to keep me sane during these marathon weeks. When I have to suffer through these periods of endless duties, I like to regress to my kitchen, lay on the floor, open my mouth and let the wildest catena of curses billow out from my lungs. I’m talking DISGUSTING, god-awful, reprehensible strings of profanities where, if shared on this forum, I’m positive most of you would do one of two things: 1) discontinue reading my posts for a period as long as an elephant’s penis is girthy or 2) pump your fists and challenge me to do better.