Rats Country: Diane Keaton's mother said...

"...I keep a daily journal.  I like books, cats, nice people, good food, bourbon and sometimes gin, writing words, being alone."

from Dian Keaton's memoir, Then Again.

I'm in complete agreement, except for the cats.

Rats Country: Tipping Point at the Breakfast Table

She says:  "Blah, blah, blah."

He says:  "I can't hear you.  I'm chewing."

Rats Country: Oops! I missed Monday...

Oh well.  It would have been about gluttony and the assertion that there is no such thing as good turkey soup.  But...a friend posted this on my Facebook page the other day.  Not sure what it means.  I think it's a downer, though:

"If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans."

Rats Country: Here's a thought for Monday...

"For a moment everything was clear, and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all.  Don't we all secretly know this?  It's a perfectly balance mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs, a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery-glass we call life...A universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark."

from Stephen King's new book, 11/22/63

Rats Country: I (heart) Mondays, cont.

I didn't begin the day by weighing myself.  I did brush my teeth.

Rats Country: Imbricate

         

            Imbricate

Overlapping edges give the illusion
we're sewn together by tiny stitches.
I told you something a moment ago.
You didn't listen.
Silence entwines us.

Rats Country: I (heart) Mondays, cont.

Be grateful for what you didn't do on the weekend:  drink too much; alienate a friend or family member; spend Sunday watching pro football on tv in Milt's doublewide.