5 below. I am so tired of winter and cold.

I found another rod of that Dark Aurae batch that gives such lovely striations.

And then there’s the mandatory pet photo. It’s funny that my cats (other than the 3 kittens, although they aren’t kittens anymore) fight with each other, but they all love to cuddle up with the dogs. That saying fighting like cats and dogs sure doesn’t fit in my household.

4 weeks of regrets, wishes, anger, grief and crying. I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of crying, headaches, stomachaches, earaches, tired of always feeling like I’m just waiting for the next bad thing to happen, tired of winter and cold and darkness, tired of depression and feeling like I’m a half step from falling into a black pit.

OK, got that off my chest.

I’ve been trying for years to follow Galatians 5:22-23, “On the other hand, the fruitage of the spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, kindness, goodness, faith, mildness, self-control.” I’ve always struggled to find joy. Maybe that’s why I have animals, they make me laugh. Tonight Honey, a tubby cat, tried to jump up on an open cabinet. She didn’t quite make it, and was dangling by her claws from the cabinet top, and dangling, and I’m laughing at her, and she’s dangling, and I’m laughing, and she’s dangling, looking around at me as if a bit offended. She finally let go and dropped to the floor.

This is the package of some cat treats I bought. Don’t you think it’s kind of perverted to have a cat sitting on a cow holding a knife and fork? Yummmm, crunchy outside, soft inside.