I was in PetSmart today, saw a gray cat that when I stopped petting her, gave me that same schoolmarm look my cat did. I had to leave the store as I got so sad.
I miss my cat.
and I miss my partners mother..
Putting up the tree didn't help.
I hope this is not a prelude to what this Xmas will be like.
Maybe it was being with and realizing that my parents are starting to wind down......I dunno. Oh well, just felt the need to write this down
It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story...
AGATHA CHRISTIE, Life magazine, May 14, 1956