Mom's got all her errands done. She's done the food hunting, the fabric hunting, the dishwasher is running and the laundry is being shuffled. She's restocked my cabinet of stinky goodness and refilled the treat tin. Mom's been watching the tennis at Wimbledon, and I'm napping in my current favorite spot, the cat bed my sweetie, Monty sent me.
All's right with the world.