Lost...as in MIA

 When I started this blog years ago in the Bermuda Triangle, lostbutloving it was the perfect tag line.  Seems like a long time ago, and perhaps the better tag line these days is Lost...MIA.  I got lost in the non-stop demands of work, and all the stressful things that come along with getting older.

I don't know what Found might look like, but am definately looking for that path.  I have been slowly bushwacking my way back to self this past month.  I realized I miss writing.  It doesn't matter if no one reads it.  It doesn't matter if I don't have anything exciting to say.  I just miss the days where I would site down and jot down some thoughts, or funny stories.  Writing helps me store things in my memories.  Writing feels like an old friend.

And so, here I am again.  I don't know that I can commit to sitting down and writing a blog every day.  Or that I am even interesting enough to do so any more.  But like anything else, it starts with one post.  And heaven knows there are enough random musings in my brain.

At one point this was a daily update for friends who might be far away, a photo collection for those who planned to visit so they could pick which places they wanted to see when they arrived.  I guess since I've been MIA for so long, it doesn't have to be anything at all.

So will start with Happy Halloween.  Tis the joyous day of the year where it's about as normal as it's going to get to dress up your cat.  So I am all over that.

This fluffly little lap-dragon is Mufasa.  Mufasa is a super fluffy, 8 yr old (allegedly) who found himself at a local cat rescue.  2020 was a hard year on many fronts, and one particularly crappy part was November 3, when my cuddly panther Aiden died of a congenital kidney disease.  Harry and I limped along, just the two us of, but in August I decided it was time to bring someone in to hopefully keep Harry company during the day, and someone who might like to snuggle a bit, coz Harry is not a cuddle cat.  Mufasa, aka the Moof (and sometimes, ridiculously, I may call him Mr. Muffins), came home one weekend after my birthday on an 'extended trial'.  We all know no one would buy my claim of "fostering" ever again after the Panthers foster episode turned permanent.  No one really bought the extended trial either.

And so this guy, who is clearly very tolerant, has joined the Alaska family.  He tolerates both Harry and I, me a little more so than Harry, but they are slowly becoming friends.

If you are wondering what Harry was for Halloween, he made it very clear that he was already Halloween themed 365 days a year.  You can tell how he judged me for even thinking about dressing him up.

And on that note, it's time to head on down the road for a pandemic-wise Halloween gathering.  Vaccinated, <5 people (pet included), and a little wine to sanitize the throat.  The blog about nothing shall continue at a later date.