The Cheeseblog

Now, I know I am a little strange, but this guy may be my WeirdTwin.

What is weirder still is that I even found him. For that, I have my former manager to thank. She’s jazzed about sock monkeys.

Can’t. Stop. Laughing.

Enjoy the pie.

Just checked my calendar at work and I have a Social Committee meeting at 11:30.

Social Committee.

Must be aliens in my coffee.

I am here at 6 :15 on a sunday morning because I just spent 6 hours answering crisis line calls and I need to de-adrenalize before sleep.

But before I do – sleep, that is – I have this to say: hug the next person you see. There are so many shattered people in the world. People who hurt so bad but don’t have two friends to rub together. I feel very lucky to belong to a catt who purrs when I come home (even if he purrs, I suspect, because it is his breakfast time) and a family with whom I will eat later today and a man who is keeping the bed warm for me right now.

Life is so much better than OK.