Wounded

Yep, my little pride has been wounded again. So alert am I, so attuned to the slightest hit of disregard, disrespect -- that I seem to pick up these signals everywhere. And indeed, they are all around me. Humility now!

On the plus side, finding I had something in common with someone I knew I had a lot in common with (probably to our mutual chagrin) made me grin.

And some friends had me over for dinner last night, whilst Mr. Cat is traveling away, which is a Very Good Thing. The friends having me over for dinner, I mean. Oh and Coon Kitty seems to be doing ok, pretty much.

Anyway.