Thursday, July 15, 2010

I'm sorry, Quill. Is my work disturbing you?


Mom, today I learned what I've been fearing for weeks.  I only have a home office because Quill (barely) tolerates my presence there. 

I think he thinks my laptop, with its purr-like hum, is his friend.  Or maybe it's that he can sun himself under my desk lamp.  Or maybe he feels inspired and happy just to be in my presence while I write about such profound topics as individualized education plans, legal name changes, and how to breastfeed in public.

Yeah, I think it's the purring hum, too.