Since our trip to Suburbia last weekend I have not had much of a chance to relax. The day after our return I started my work week, which is always extremely hectic and busy then Thursday after work my husband and I attended a Christmas party for our Lion’s Club and last night found us at another, more impromptu party at the local wine bar. We were invited to yet another party tonight…but I was craving some me time so I opted out.
My plan was to curl up with my Kindle and some New York blueberry wine but as I was getting ready to climb into bed with my wine and Kindle I realized that Hemingway, my cat, was AWOL. He had gone outside earlier in late afternoon and had not come home.
It was not a huge deal, our cats are pretty self sufficient but Twice now they have been bitten by something when they were out past dark…and it was nearly 9pm and no sign of him.
So I did what any overprotective mother would do and pull clothes on over my PJ’s and walked around a bit in the hopes of him coming home…and, to give me a distraction to keep from worrying too much I brought along my camera to try my hand at night time photography…which I quickly found out I completely suck at. But hey, when I finally trudged home in defeat Hemingway was standing by the door begging to come in.