15 minutes a day.

I have a friend, she shall remain nameless - or, maybe I'll call her Madame LeX. :-)  She thinks I should write for 15 minutes each day - anything that is on my mind.  I admit I try to avoid getting on my soap box and that often means I don't write at all.  I don't want to whine or complain but honestly sometimes it is difficult.  My friend thinks I am funny.  I like to be thought of as funny.  Sometimes I think I'm funny.  When I was young I was really, really shy.  We are talking hide behind a tree, under a desk, excused from speech class-shy.  - to be continued -
(sometimes 15 minutes is hard to find)
Well, here I am again, trying to write for about 11 more minutes. My computer says it is 12 AM - I always thought noon and midnight didn't have an AM or PM - they were just 12 noon or 12 midnight. I'll have to check that on google or somewhere.  We went to the store this afternoon and then ate dinner at Burger Ranch.  The fish basket was the source of much conversation.  My hubby had it last week at the Pasco Burger Ranch and loved it.  The Kennewick Burger Ranch is owned by the same person but they use different fish in Kennewick.  It is square and coated - while the Pasco fish is triangular and battered.  Okay, so next time we will be going to Pasco. :-)  I boiled eggs and potatoes for a salad I have to make in the morning and we watched TV.  Pretty much a normal Friday night.  I am up later than usual, the cat lying next to me here on the couch and David Letterman on tv.  I now find myself staring at the night light and thinking that this blog is so boring.  I took quizzes on Goodreads.com - books I've read a long time ago.  I did great on the Diary of Anne Frank but not so great on the others.  OH, and actually some of them I never read - just saw the movies!  The cat loves me so much.  He is adorable when he is sleeping.  He just stretched out and put his soft little paws over his eyes.  When I go to bed he will follow and lay next to my head, at the top of my left shoulder.  Sometimes he gently reaches out and touches my face with his paws.  Sometimes he also pulls my hand closer to him.  He was Darrell's cat but has become mine since he moved in here.  I still miss my own cats.  This month it will be 2 years since Benny died and next month will mark 1 year since Cortez died.  I miss them.  I still think of them so often. They were both so special. There was a funny scene in a crime drama tonight.  The detectives visited the mother of their prime suspect.  She was a crazy looking old lady with cats and cat decor all over her house.  The cats were climbing on the detectives.  I told Darrell that could have been me in a few years if he hadn't saved me by marrying me! :-)  - I came close to being a crazy old lady with cats. Well, I only have about one more minute of writing to do and I am being pulled in the direction of my soft pillow and hopefully a good night of sleep.  Note to self - look for the pillow that the therapist recommended.