I’ve been gone quite a bit this month.
First a workshop in Mass, then one on the opposite coast (sunny California where I am still hanging out:)
And I am not proud to admit it, but I am beginning to miss Ed.
I mean– there’s no one to tell me that:
A. I am smarter than I look.
B. To please clean out his litter box, if he wants to smell bad he’ll come back as a dog in his next life.
C. That fur doesn’t show wrinkles and how it’s a shame that I don’t have fur.
I could go on, but you get the picture, just the usual abuse Ed dishes out.
I must be losing my mind.
Heaven forbid he should ever find out.
So I checked in with Phyllis to see how things were going.
She said Ed was hanging in there.