perchance to dream

Me-ow-my-oh!

Me-usings and Me-emories

 

20 January 2014 - There must be a first day of the week.  Monday drew that short stick and has been reviled ever since.  Personally I know that unpleasant things are best handled by making oneself horizontal with the floor.  One stays in that position until the black cloud passes...and it will, eventually.  Why the week begins with a "day of the moon" I can't say, and the picture gets even murkier when one realizes that it follows the "day of the sun".  Day/night, light/dark, masculine/feminine:  something is going on here, but without a degree in philosophy it will remain unplumbed by me.  But such considerations quickly numb the brain and bring sleep that much quicker.  After all, my species does excel in the art of naps.

methodology of the meow-stro

 

 

 

Today's Catechism 

(for the self-taught)

Rest isn't just for the weary.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

book of the day - Bruneschelli's Dome, by Ross King, a vicarious visit to the wonderful city of Florence