So I meant to post on Wednesday, Sept. 25 that it was the fifth anniversary of my wedding to R Man, but before I could get around to it, the power went out, so instead Secret Agent Fred and I wandered around the house, lighting candles and tripping on things.
I was going to whine about living without R Man, but you know what? I don’t want to. I’m doing better now than when he died then and I expect to continue that way. Instead of writing some droopy, sad little post about missing R Man, I went to bed early.
Then this afternoon, I took Saki down to get his claws clipped on Castro while I went across the street to get my own nails done at Handjob. I don’t know why he pretends manicures are so traumatic, I like them.
I have no idea what’s going on in the photo above. I just find it amusing.