Lonely Times

Gabby the cat is sitting next to me in the dining room, nagging for some of my supper.  I don't think she realizes that I'm having lentil soup.  I doubt that entrée is very high on the feline "must have" list.  (Shows you what I know; she seemed to like the sample I gave her.  Who knew?)

One thing about Winter: the water from the tap is sweet and icy-cold.  Time for a third glass.  I think I get a little dehydrated sometimes, at work.

I'm tired.

Dinner is done.  Still have James in my head, singing that melancholy tune.  Guess I could sleep now, but I'm going to stay up for a little bit more.  No real reason.