Spent another day at home, in pajamas, trying to slowly wean myself from the Kleenex box. Except to get the mail this morning, I haven't set foot outside the house in the past 48 hours. I find this fact to be very creepy, especially since I live down the street from a high school, and can imagine the kids picturing me as some kind of house-bound monster lurking behind a teal-green front door. (Clearly, I have watched one too many episodes of "Buffy.")
Luckily, I am not alone here at home. Mari, my glorious and amazing cat-daughter-princess (really, this is why I should leave the house -- if I stay here too long, I end up worshipping felines), seems to be pretty happy that we get to spend more time together.
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