Good to Go

It'll be good to get away. Only a few more days then I'm off. Frankly, I need the change. I need the new perspective. I get so caught up in the day-to-day, week-to-week, month-to-month that I want to pull my hair out at the roots.

I think next Thursday I'm going to pretend like I'm running away. Making a clean break... Create this elaborate fantasy like I'm an international spy on a mission or something. Or that I'm off to find the cure for cancer in the jungles of Africa... Bear with me people, let me dream for while.

I worry about my lil' kitty. I hope lots of people come visit him so he doesn't feel abandoned. I would take him with me if I could. But I wouldn't want him to become a snack for Mustafa or get stomped on by Dumbo! He'll probably get mad at me and give me the cold shoulder when I get back, as cats are prone to do after being abandoned for periods of time. But he'll eventually get over it and love me again, as cat's are prone to do after a period of more time.