It’s my day off , and I thought I’d get all inspired and do all sorts of cool things today.  But when I woke up this morning I was very grumpy and very blue…both of which, I realized, are tied to the upcoming holiday.  I’m not quite sure when Christmas turned into a holiday that depresses me, since it used to be my favorite time of year, but it’s happened.  Maybe it’s due to lack of money to spend on gifts, maybe to my siblings living so very far away that we won’t see each other at the holiday, or maybe it’s because other women my age are busy making Christmas fun for their kids, an accoutrement that I don’t have.  Whatever the cause, if these holiday blues continue past today, it’s not going to be much of a Christmas.

And then, just as I write these words, my little psychic kitty Ophy has jumped into my lap and is purring and kneading my left arm with great enthusiasm and love.  (My sister insists that only dogs care about you when you’re sick or down, but I’d like to present Ophy as Exhibit A in the case for caring cats.)  So maybe life ain’t that dreadful, after all.