maudlin

Our kitty, Beyellen, has gone astray, and I am distraught. The dog prefers to hang out in her garden apartment rather than to hang out with me in the house. Perhaps the intermittent sobbing has something to do with that. I try to distract myself with watching the caulk dry on the kitchen counter and am seriously considering touching up the paint in the bathroom, maybe working in the garage for an hour. To my credit, I am not seriously thinking about cleaning the house. I considered golf, but honestly cannot concentrate and don't want to sully the game with my wretchedness. I think I'll drive into town, maybe go to the farmers' market; I'd check the mailbox, but I know she's not there.