well warriorwoman is back from the battle field and only slightly scarred.
i have spent the past month in scotland looking up relatives and kilts.
just kidding.
i don’t have any scottish relatives.
did look up a kilt though.
but that’s a whole other story.
it’s so weird to re enter your own country and feel like an outsider.
so weird.
everything was unfamiliar to me and people talked too fast.
cars drove too fast.
and all the street signs and business signs looked like they were written in a foreign language.
i was just a little discombuberated.
i’ve been home now for a week and all is returning to normal.
at least i don’t feel like i just got off the red eye from mars.
and cats???
yippee they’re all fantastic.
all cats are well and eating me out of house and home.
blah.
i’ve taken to referring to fluffy as 1800.
that’s his new nickname – 1800.
cause his vet bills all totaled $1800.
shit.
but i love my cat(s) and would pay it again and again and again.
no regrets.
it was worth it to come home and see his black furry face again.
to have him sleep on my shoulder and dig his claws into my arm – can’t buy that stuff.
oh, no, wait a minute, I DID.
i am very tired though, over the next few days i will write about the squat house i came home to and the bags of shit on the balcony and blah blah blah.
it’s good to be home – mu homies.
