You just want to rhumba.
I type this looking over Pantera’s head. Her ears at in soft focus, the right one clipped at the top. Her warm, heavy paws sit with their claws tucked in on my bare leg. Oh yeah. Shorts in January. I do adore this kind of weather. My abilities to focus have been nil. I just stare at the screen looking up recipes for kale chips, gazing at snapshots of weekend memories, and skimming...