We had a big change this week in my family. Meet Scruff and Poots:
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I miss my #longtermrelationship every stinking day (and especially this past weekend as I ventured into Petsmart for the first time since June), but these two siblings have expanded our family by 8 paws. Their names are TBD, but they throw epic purr parties at 3 AM and overall, they're little love muffins. We're so very blessed and hope they feel the same. #catsofinstagram #catmom #kittensofinstagram #kittens
So, Scruff (short for Scruffy) is the little love on the left. Poots (which is short for Pootsen) is on the right. Poots’ name got shortened because my youngest child kept leaving the “s” off the cat’s name and it sounded like we had named the cat after a certain Russian despot. As I mentioned in my Instagram post, I really miss Digger, my beloved cat of 18 years. But it’s fun to have kittens again.
Another week, another piece about Carrie Fisher.
Taffy Brodesser-Akner is one of my favorite longform journalists. Her article about Tom Hanks was no exception to the awesomeness I’ve come to expect from her.
I’m also a big fan of Michael Chabon and this essay The Final Frontier was beautiful.
Listening: I’ve documented my love for Gregory Alan Isakov pretty well in the pages of this blog. I was happy to see this from APM’s “Live From Here”:
Reading: I’m reading Priscilla Paton‘s “Where Privacy Dies.” And I’m loving it. Priscilla’s a friend, but I’m loving her voice. (And I’m also loving the fact that she’s asked me to beta read the sequel to her debut novel!)
Writing Life: My alarm on my cell phone is currently set for 5 AM every morning. And on Monday … I heeded its call. The rest of the week? Not so much. I have a lot of things that I need to accomplish, so I need to turn the tide on this, but at the same time I am fairly tired most of the time and … yeah. I need to think about how I can do all of the things.
What is Friday Fare? As a recap, on Fridays I post link love to the various bits of arcane shiz I discover on the Interwebs. I liken it to a glimpse into my mind, but without the 80s song lyrics or mental cobwebs.