Sitting long hours this weekend on the porch, writing my silly story, with Trash cat in my lap or sleeping at my feet, just touching my foot with her paw. I've noticed how much she likes to be touching me when I'm out here. She's a more affectionate cat than I might have realized before. 

The weekend has settled out less busy than I had expected. I have the day free, and half a mind to go out to Falls Hollow and look for mushrooms, but I don't want to go into the woods alone just now. I feel moody and in need of a little distraction.