SIGH. I just finished a mentoring session (yes I offer these!) and I’m dying to edit more of what I took. But it’s after midnight. LIFE.
One world. Two realities.
One that keeps me up at night tempting me to play. One that wakes me up in the morning demanding that I play.
The first does exactly as I ask. The second, not so much.
Except Peircy. He’s a dream. And now that we’ve switched him to soy formula, his horrible dry skin/rash will hopefully disappear so he can quit scratching/itching himself. But I love him anyway, even if he look like he got in a fight with a street cat, and no, I don’t mean Hazel.