A Table For One and Walton's Tip For Surviving Winter

Here's an odd activity I occasionally like to participate in: lunching alone. I'm not talking about shoveling down a fast food burrito while driving (although I'm also guilty of that), but going to a sit down restaurant by myself and eating by my lonesome.
Except it's not lonesome at all. I often go to a place that James doesn't particularly care for, order what I want, and catch up on Facebook, CNN, or whatever trashy celeb magazine I have handy.
Sometimes it is nice to eat a quiet meal and let your thoughts wander without feeling like you need to be engaging in conversation.
Besides . . . sometimes you really DO want to eat the whole plate of lettuce wraps . . .

In other news, the temperature seems to finally be dipping (as in we are now in the mid-70's). I swear next year I'm moving to Vermont from September through January.
But there's one fellow that dreads the coming cooler temps. I'm pretty sure it's because he has no fur on his tummy and refuses to wear any of the cute sweaters I buy him.
100% sure I'm talking about James? Not this time! It's poor Walton who has trouble adjusting to the weather. So he does what it takes to survive, which involves nesting under any possible blanket covering.

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

For goodness sakes! It's only 78 degrees! Get yourself together, man! Or at least wear one of your adorable sweaters . . .