Catz are asleep in baskets and blankets and soft places they can find by every heat source they can find except for my lap as I am far too restless to sit long enough for them to alight and cuddle.  Catz are happy; I’m happy, sad, mixed up, have heartburn, am nostalgic, and even perhaps a little self-satisfied because of, or at least some what, proud of my small accomplishments of today.

I’ve also had a Saturday Night Holiday Night Surfeit of Hall Mark Holiday Romantic (imbecilic but hypnotic) movies and need a strong dose of Beauty which walks the Night.

So here is my example of That Which Soothes The Savage Breast.   ~~dru~~

I, LIKE Tchaikovsky IS REPORTED TO HAVE SAID….agree “And WHAT is Wrong with Ballet Music?”.