Lucifer the cat is always on alert. He and I are alike. I don’t chomp Mourning Doves for breakfast, but I’m a Type A personality. I always have a plan.
Time off makes me nervous. When I had a real job–the kind you can’t show up for in pajamas–I worked sixty hours a week. When someone tells me to relax, I hear that stupid Frankie Goes To Hollywood song in my head, and the earworm forces me to move.
This month, I’m trying to take better care of myself. Get more sleep. Eat better. I’ve sworn off coffee, wine, and chocolate. I might even curl up with a good book. Like Jasmine.