This.

I wish I could coherently, eloquently, explain just what it is about this song that curls a smile across my lips and marches goose flesh down my arms. It is the ghost of the grin that used to wriggle its way across my sister's face. The evening air when you are out with friends far longer than you intended on being. A sudden rainstorm inspiring laughter when you are caught without cover. Simple song, simple lyrics, no simple explanation for how perfect I find it.

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Its getting on towards winter, even though it reached 70 degrees here today. I snagged a gift for Lord Phaedrus when I was at the library conference last week- a sheep skin for him to use as a nice warm bed as he is getting on in years and I believe he is starting to creak a bit in the mornings and when it is chilly. Seeing him curl up on it makes me feel cozy, and that expression is pretty much the epitome of feline bliss.


Yes, that is a full sheep skin. Yes, Lord Phaedrus is a massive cat.