There's a cat in that tub.

This is office kitty. Her name is Socrates because her tail curls into the shape of a question mark. I didn't name her, though the little philosophy major in me was pleased to learn both her name and the reasoning behind it.

Actually, Socrates is just what Maggie and I call her. Luke calls her Orange Kitty (how original), and Kyle calls her Princess.

Today Luke walked into the office and told me that she was outside in a tub, under the bench. She was curled up in it when I first went out, but sat up to be friendly and let me take pictures of her.

You know, two of my goals this year were to simplify and to take a picture every day. I've taken a few pictures, hardly enough to even suggest that I'm trying. But I look at this pic and think that I'm getting better at simplifying.

Simplicity finds joy in a cat sitting in a tub. And in sitting out on the deck and reading while Bennet chews a rawhide at my feet. And running two miles at 6:45 in the morning, when the rest of the world is just waking up. And in making dinner, even if it takes hours and you have to run to the store (twice), just because cooking itself is a beautiful process.