The cats resting her chin on my toe.

Not my foot. Not my toe-s...her tiny furry little chin is propped on my big toes.
And she's lookin' at me like, "AND what?"

I am sleepy. A little cranky, but satisfied...ish. Good, new to me live music makes me happy. Getting all gross and sweaty and into the crowd makes me elated and calm, at the very same time. Dodging the bartender at the gator bar makes me giggle..."WOMAN. What are you DOING?" Burning the skin off of the roof of my mouth on a slice in the wee hours of the morning makes me repeat in my head once again "I need more grace than I thought."

I want to be able to have more tea parties. I want to be in a place where I am comfortable doing that. Not cringing the whole time. And I wish that I had little delicate china cups instead of mugs, 'cause that would be a lot funnier...three large boys sipping tea from a floral pattern at 2 am, pinkies up while Stacey snores. Jokers. :-)

This is where the ish came from.

And the fact that I feel no stronger desire at this moment than to reach my hand out to you. I want to be the hand you reach for. And I don't think I'm wrong about that.

Grace. Grace grace grace.

It'll come.