Cat Who Won't Sit On My Lap, But Happy To Park Himself On The Sunday New York Times ... Print Edition!

Just a few words ... I love print and will never stop loving it. To those who say it is dead, I say you are not creative enough (and I am aware of the irony of making this statement in such an ethereal medium). My cat enjoys the Sunday paper, too. He is most comfortable enjoying it in his own way (that is, parking his furry behind on a four-page NYT spread for a very pricey real estate development, something RH). 

Cat who won't sit on my lap tromps on the Sunday paper.

Spies and curls

Sunday.
Sleeping in. Late brunch accompanied by the NYT.
Showers. More newspaper time. (I really like Sunday with the paper.)
Then a movie.
"Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy."

Made me sleepy. (Sorry, Gary Oldman).
Betwixt and between, laundry, dinner and other sundry things having to do with daily life.

After dinner, rolled up my locks in rags. Hope hair looks nice tomorrow.