I have not written in a long while, my sister died and although it was expected it was still very sad. Time was bound up in waiting, which is always hardest for the ones left behind. Some families are drawn together and some are torn apart, mine was torn apart long before my sister drifted away. I don't expect that time will heal and bind us together again. We are separated along blood lines and it seems they cannot be dissolved. What I now have left of family is my older brother and his family, and of course my children and grandchildren. It is sad.
On a brighter note, I snapped this of my cat the other day.
What does a cat have to do to get a drink of water?