Cozy Comfort

Wearing A Warm Coat And Wooly Gloves In The MountainsThere’s a Cozy in my pocket and I find comfort in that.

Odd? Yes. It is me, after all.

Nevertheless, lugging an active, growing manuscript around everywhere I go brings me contentment, a weird sense of the future being in my possession.

So, I will lean on my Cozy as I tote my furry, four-legged muse off to the vet for her yearly checkup. She’s 16 ¼ years old so my worry fiend is drooling.

Today’s plan:

Think Cozy.

Think Cozy.

And try not to be devoured by the fiend.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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