You've come to the wrong shop for anarchy, brother. ~ Captain Jack Aubrey
I woke this morning to the slow drip of rain & the last of the tissue thin roses drooping under the weight of water. There was a cat curled tight behind my bent knees, his nose tucked firmly under his tail, a barely audible purr emanating from somewhere deep inside.
It was dark & dank & cold as I pattered down the stairs, switching off all the lights Dino had left on as I went, to never get that first cup of coffee, hot & piping from the microwave. Kirby promptly crawled into my lap because it had been a long cold night & he wanted warmth & cuddles & the steady thump of my heartbeat resounding through his small body.
We have the most beautiful fungi growing on our verandah. The vibrant orange swirls glistening wetly light up the grey day. Liddy is experimenting with soups. Last week it was Potato & leek & gave rise to a Starism: "That looks like real soup!" Meaning it looked like it came out of a tin. Good one, Star!
With all the workers home & only wanting to curl up under a doona with chocolate, a cat & a good movie I'm unlikely to get any actual work out of Star today. Master & Commander might count only it's right out of period. Besides we watched it yesterday, one of 3 Star got me on special & which I like despite the fact it makes me seasick. Paul Bettany is easy on the eyes. ☺ The others were The Road [no good despite Viggo Mortensen~ someone needs to explain to the director that even if you have something important to say you still need to tell a good story or you may as well not bother] & Changeling, which was very good even though I do not like Jolie! Liddy, who saw this one at the movies, declared it did her head in. Call me cynical, but not the sort of stuff to do my head in. I leave that to things like A Clockwork Orange Both book & movie so did my head space in that I have never used them with any of the kids although I consider them to be absolute masterpieces of the genre & brilliant art. But not nice. Not nice at all.
And now Kirby is back, snuggled under my chin & warmer than any hot water bottle. There are compensations on a wet grey day when you own a smoochy cat.