Paradise revisited.

I needed to keep reminding myself today just how lucky I am to live here. After 5 days of no sun (okay, it was light out but no direct warm sunshine), I was feeling about as down as I can get. I just wanted to curl up into my bed and sleep each day away. Not exactly helpful when I'm on a five day mission to see as many friends and relatives as possible.

I wake up today and the first thing I notice is the sun, peeking through the light cloud cover, welcoming me back home. The kitties were, of course, superglued to my sides in bed last night and today has been no exception to that rule. They clearly missed me and neither have willingly let me out of their sight today for any length of time at all. Even in my shower, Cleo came in between the two curtains and walked along the tub edge, just like she did when she was a kitten.

Caesar is beside me now, to my left, with his front paws wrapped around my left elbow, leaving me just enough space to type as needed. The purring has been unrelenting. Cleo has positioned herself between my knees on the bed, every now and again putting a paw on my knee as if to reassure herself that I am still here. It is these moments where I want to show all the people that don't like cats how sweet they can be.

I spent today getting some laundry done, tried to get a leg wax and had wine at Bistro 41 with Mary and KC. KC, for those that don't know her, is in wine sales and has been kind enough to hook me up for wine tastings all over Lee and Collier counties.

KC also had some interesting observations on Rugby -- which I found highly fascinating. There is nothing like a disinterested third party observation of your dates to reveal insight. Thanks, KC, you rock.

We discussed wine, sunshine, happiness and joy, among many topics. So looking forward to NYE at Mary and Lee's house -- am working on a few goodies to bring. Then on NYD, Mary and Lee's oldest has her 15th bday and I've worked a bit on a gift for that.

As for the failed leg wax -- one would think after a week of full-on no-shave madness my leg hair would be long enough but nay, it wasn't. They told me to wait another week. Oh Sweet Goodness, how am I gonna survive another week with leg hair like this? I mean, really? It hasn't been this long since I was 12. I may give in and give up on the idea of waxing. I don't want to, but I don't have another week in the frozen tundra of Indiana to let it grow out unnoticed. Right now I feel weird -- feeling hair on a surface that hasn't had hair of any length on it for 24 years or so does make for some strange sensations.

Tomorrow is work around the house, then potential wine with Mary and her mom. I think I'm getting used to this day off stuff.