Almost Daily Cat Haiku

Shortly after taking this picture, once I sat down to begin writing, Marmalade sauntered over for some lap-time, chin scritches, and an opportunity to shed half a pound of fur onto my clothes and face before hopping off to examine the pitiable contents of the dry-food dishes. (The bowls are half full…)  Could that have been commentary on the caffeine centric nature of my morning priorities? Perhaps. Will that change my substance dependencies? No.

Well, I can’t hang around too long today.  The construction of yesterday’s blurble took up too much time and I was late to work. Can’t disturb the fragile support structure of cannibalistic capitalism, now can we. And it’s Wednesday! And that means, by lunchtime we’ll be halfway through the workweek as defined by the needs of our economic confines.

Have a day, everyone.