It has been a few months since the last post, the one about Miss Tabby Cat’s veterinarian appointment visit and the human’s frustrations with getting her there.

That was three months ago. Seems like ages.

Now it’s 2022 and we’re in the middle of another COVID-19 variant, public health protocols, travel plan adjustments too.

We’re just laying low, being patient and kind, abiding by social gathering limits and planning ahead for our retail outings.

The servant woman is still working from home. She hasn’t drawn or painted much since the summer.

The humans could use a little more outside therapy and fresh air – but not in these frigid January temperatures!

At least the sun is shining which the Cat and houseplants really appreciate.

I had to splurge on a bigger litter box during a recent visit to the pet shop for another bag of kitty litter…

As I sort through the books in the library of le petit apartment, I feel emotionally drained. 

One section of the personal library, sorted, categorized and tagged for potential purging.

In addition to supporting a family, performing full time work and nestling into a new volunteer role, I have let this project take over a month and will likely let it drag on through the summer. I am letting it prepare me for a quest that is doubly draining and has suffered from my procrastination.

It’s a daunting task to sort and justify keeping or discarding books. Some brought joy, inspiration and comfort. They are like old friends.

Some brought knowledge and helped build skills. Some skills are transferable; some are no longer applicable in today’s job markets.

I think back to 20 years ago, to my foray into dialup connectivity, HTML web design and website usability. While I balanced family, work and survival…