I pack for a weekend away, and do a bit of pre-escape house cleaning.
Looking forward, I envision the ocean, the sun, a lounge chair on a deck above the bay, music, wine and relaxation.
Looking back I wonder how the first two weeks of September seemed so long but passed so quickly.
At this moment, I smell like cat urine. How is it that the cat box, the room that the cat box is in, and everything about me after emptying the cat box smells like cat pee, but the cat does not?
question: where are you in your head right now - tomorrow? yesterday? today?
mompoet - I empty the darn thing every week, honest