Before I start my rant let me say that yesterday was a beautiful day. Look at that. My window. OPEN. It was so nice to get some fresh air in the place and turn off the AC. It's been a brutal summer.
My happiness over the cool morning temperatures was short lived however when one of the kitties was missing for breakfast. It was an indoor kitty so it was odd. Some faint mewing lead me to the downstairs craft room where apparently The Mister had locked one of our feline friends in for the night. My workspace was a mess. Everything was knocked over and wet. Wet? But there was no water on the table. I just emptied all my watercolor containers.
To my horror I realized it wasn't water. It was kitty piddle. All over everything. My art journals were soaked. I had to throw them out. I was heartbroken. All that work. All those pages of memories. Soaked.
I have a shelf full of empty art journals so there was no use crying over kitty piddle even though I wanted to. I'll just have to make more memories.
Thank goodness he didn't get on the table where I had the Christmas cards in progress.
The day wasn't a total loss. The Grands came for a socially distanced visit bearing gifts. They brought a pepper plant.....
....and a bag of tomatoes and hot peppers. In spite of the rocky beginning, it was a good day. A very good day. Open windows AND getting to watch the Grands run around the yard. I'll take it.