I had such high hopes for this blog post. It was going to be about feminism, and the title was going to be “My Uneasy Peace with the F Word.” How great is that?
But then – driving home in the rain. Tired, yawning. Prepping tomorrow’s class. Writing the first few paragraphs. Then the jolt to full wakefulness: Where’s the cat? It was 8:15, and Emma was not in her usual 8:15 location. Searching closets, basement, outside. Flashlights. Peanut butter on the tips of fingers. Finally the meow in return, toweling her off.
Now the adrenaline has worn off and I am falling asleep as I type. I have a page and a half done, and by Thursday, when I’ll be posting next, it will be so much better. So for now, here’s a picture of some books:
and here’s a picture of the little monkey who caused all the trouble:
and here’s what happens when you run a Google Images search for ‘feminism’:
Good night, everyone.
The Wrestler’s Cruel Study? What the heck, Harry? Cute cat!!!
Yes, Emma manages to be adorable, even when she is sneaking out the front door in a rainstorm when my dad is quadruple-checking the fact that the door is locked. She was even cuter later when I had her wrapped in a towel like a baby after a bath.