Conversations end, traffic clogs up, tears stream down, shop windows beckon, tea steams up, batteries die, oatmeal congeals, winter coats stink, a hug waits, nails break, books forgotten, trains late, smiles welt, and emails pout.

Things are happening all around me. I’ve been lazy. Perhaps life needs some help.

I am a cat; I will land on my feet. Always.

So here’s the deal: One story every day. Or, maybe every week. Oh, well. Let’s see.