monday = friday, once a month

sometimes when i come home from work, i just want to watch tv and have a drink for a little while; does that make me a gross person? i like to think not. i take solace in the fact that once in a while i have weeks like these where i don't have to work very much and i can work on my own art/work. tonight there were four cats skulking around in a gang (or pride) around the mourning dove cote a few yards over. two were sitting on the roof, one was on the ground, and one was patrolling the fence which backs up to the yard with the dog that barks all the time. i didn't see or hear anything after it got dark, so hopefully they didn't kill any birds.

this is the view from the bathroom at one of my jobs: