A quick trip up to Ann Arbor for Cynnabar’s 12th Night event so that John could participate in our friend DeForest’s elevation to
If I had to choose a single word to represent all of 2014, I think that word would be – boxes. Lots and lots of boxes.
Really, there has been a lot going on this year, much of which I have gritted my teeth through and haven’t felt ready to talk about, and much of which involved the boxes.
The cats have been both delighted and dismayed. Lots of boxes to jump in and out of and climb all over! Every time furniture is moved, treasure troves of cat toys are uncovered! Rooms that were previously forbidden to them are now open! But… the landscape of their world is changing, changing, changing… and you know how cats feel about change.
I have also been somewhat dismayed. I don’t like change much more then cats, and it is always unsettling to watch your life vanish into a series of cardboard boxes. Plus there is the ever present worry of “what if I accidentally pack something that I need? How will I figure out which box it is in?”
2015 is going to be a very exciting year.