Hasn't been the best of times.
Kinda more like a bah humbug festive season this year.
Thrusday night I made an appointment to have my tiny, bossy cat Claude put to sleep hoping that by Friday morning he would be better and the vet would say his cancer had gone away.
It didn't and he didn't.
The house seems so empty and of course just when I need to get out and tromp around in the woods there's an ice storm and Flynn and I are house bound.
Consoling my self with some angry faces on my drawing board.
Wishing everyone a happy and joyful Christmas
but personally I'll be glad when it is over.
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