Poor little paw licker

Logan is suffering from allergies.  The weather is finally livable here, double digits, and he's miserable.  He just licks his paws; they'll soon be raw.  He's taking diphenhydramine and he's a bit drowsy.  He's also wanting to spend more time with me.  He hasn't had the time of day for me for months now.  I thought he had transferred all of his love and affection to my mother.  Evidently, when he's sick he is more loyal.  Either that, or it's the effects of the diphenhydramine clouding his mind.   He left my mother last night at midnight to come sleep with me after licking a big wet spot onto her bed.

I'm missing having the time to do much posting since I've started work.  This whole making money thing is really cutting into my free time. 

I'm also getting cranky.  I'm mean and grouchy because I don't have time for myself.  I need to force myself to spend even 10 to 15 minutes a day meditating.  I can make the time, I just haven't been.  I'm having negative thoughts about nearly everyone I know.

Yesterday I had a particularly bad attitude until I went to the post office.  Standing in line didn't help me, but picking up my package did.  I got a wonderful cd for a swap from a woman in Tasmania.  How cool is that?  It was just what I needed.