I’ve been cleaning OUT but I truly don’t even know where/how I accumulate so many papers. It’s ridiculous, really.
I’m craving orange juice like crazy.
Hobbes still isn’t home. I guess I really should stop thinking that I’ll open my front door and he’ll be waiting for his breakfast on the porch. :( It’s killing me – really breaking my heart, but I’m trying to put on a brave face. It’s the not knowing that’s the worst. Is he in someone’s house? Is he dead? Is he out there hurt somewhere? WHERE is he? :(
Anyway, have a great evening.