In The Habit

Hello, dear reader!

They say it’s the little things that count.

Of late, I’ve taken this old saw somewhat to heart, and, like a lot of things in life, it started with a book.

Maggie

Hello, dear reader!

Sorry, mum, this one’s about cats again.

I say cats, but I actually mean cat. One cat. Singular. Individual.

And, although it might be difficult for all you Ailurophobics out there, my own sainted mother included, this week there isn’t much choice in it, either.

You see, last Friday, at just before 11pm, we said goodbye to Maggie for the last time.

Coming Home

Hello, dear reader!

Well, that was a week.

I mean most weeks are, generally speaking. The standard seven day progression through the calendar, whether from Sunday to Sunday, Monday to Monday, or some arbitrary point to arbitrary point is pretty standard these days. A regular occurrence, one might say.

But it’s how you fill them that counts, and these last seven days have been filled to the brim with excitement, anticipation, and elation on multiple fronts.

So, shall we?