While there are no warm boulders here in the winter, basking on the floor in front of the wood stove is a suitable replacement. Need to find a soft, snuggly basking throw - carpet is too scratchy on my tummy. Maybe a nice, thick sheepskin.
Basking is goodness.
Why is it that those who deserve things the least seem to get the most? Why are those who cannot conduct themselves as adults, who aren't capable of taking care of themselves, rewarded for their incompetence? Why are those who are the most self centered catered to? How is it that the angst and drama are so attractive?
Flowers, jewels, trips to romantic destinations seem to shower from the heavens for them.
Why are those of us who do for ourselves, who care for others, who are polite and reasonable overlooked? Is it because we *can* stand alone? Because we *don't* need the spotlight, need the drama?
Maybe I need to be more dramatic, more selfish, more vocal...