Saturday night with Jupiter Jones...

I've been really busy this weekend, and I am saying that in a way that means I am fully realizing just *how* busy I have been. The room I can never quite properly name, the girly haven where I have my clothes and yoga practice, sucked me in and demanded I make sense of it. So I've been moving furniture and stashing clothes, figuring out where things work and don't, and pretty much making myself completely crazy. Saturday night, our precious little darling Jupiter Jones decided to help me with that last bit.

One of my greatest comforts is bundling up on on the sofa with my favorite duvet and a lot of cushions and vegging out on cooking and fashion sites. I was prepared to do that very thing, and had just settled in really well - - you know that point when you manage a custom fit of everything and you think you've never been more satisfied with your level of calm, secure satisfaction? Well, that's where I was.

And that is when Jupiter decided to join me. He chirped and whirred, and walked along the back of the couch, purring. And then he went to precisely the spot where my right foot was bundled up under the perfect bunching of duvet, positioned himself just so, and became very still. I felt something very, very warm on my foot.

Oh, yes. He did.