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One shouldn’t wish one’s life away – but I do wish my hubby Laurence was already retired so that we could spend our winters in Arizona. There. I’ve said it.

“This is not as bad as it looks,” I reassured my spouse, Laurence. I was lying on the floor of the bathroom beside the toilet with a towel under my head. No, I was not recovering after a night of drinking. Far from it.

Third time’s the charm – or at least I hope it is when it comes to finding and staying in a good location for Small Things: Cats and Books.

As we stumbled to work today, my husband said to me, “When is the last time you saw a javelina trot down the street?” No, this isn’t the start of a very bad B movie, or the result of too much coffee.

182 out of 196! No, that’s not my MCAT score – but it is cat related. 182 is the number of cats adopted out of the 196 taken in by Small Things CATS (Cat Adoption Trust Sudbury.

Ah, Christmas in Arizona. What’s not to like? I’m saying this now, sitting in the sun on the couch at our Fifth Wheel (trailer) wrapped up in my fuzzy sweater that I just bought.

I remember the first day I met Kaiba – seven years ago. Not Seto-Kaiba, the animated Japanese anti-hero. No, more like heavy-set Kaiba, the fear-frozen Errington St. stray from Chelmsford.

One day a few years ago Baby Elaine (who is actually 23) said, “I want to have a turtle.” Why would I care? A few reasons, other than that I’m a mother and mothers are supposed to care. 1. Elaine rarely asks for things 2.

Ugh, the first day of snow. I know I should feel happy, but I don’t. I want nothing to do with it, because I don’t do anything with it anymore.

On Wednesday, we were on our way to the lawyer’s office when my husband, Laurence, commented, “Did you notice there’s a couch in the back of our van?” I replied, “Yep!” “Oh,” he said, and didn’t bother to ask “Why?” He knew the answer.