Last Year right now...

Okay, it's 7:20 and all's well! Amber's off to school and Bruce to work; the trash is out, cats given their treat of canned food, fish fed, dogs in and out and in and out and in and fed, Reba-kitty meowed at kitchen window to be let in. Oh, yes, and mess cleaned up at the side of the LitterMaid where somebody (canine, I suspect) hiked a leg on it. *sigh* But that IS better than somewhere else in the house; almost anywhere.

And I'm cheerful and chipper. And wide awake with the lyrics to 'Braes o' Balquidder' going 'round and 'round in my head. I doubt if I'll be succumbing to the February grumbly-gloomies as many of my dear friends have. And I know why, too. ( And cutting for those to whom this is old news but I wanted to get these thoughts down. )

So here I am, the fount of mushy contentedness! You've all been warned!