One shade of gray

Is this gorgeous or what? Let me tell you, it is gorgeous. It is smooth, it is even, it looks very much like a floor, which it is, it is parallel to the ceiling-to-be and it is perpendicular to the walls-to-be. It is the most beautiful concrete in the world. I should know. I've been spending a lot of time on reconnaissance 

lately, roaming the streets, checking out other people's garages and contemplating their concrete. Ours is the most beautiful by far.

Do you see how this could become a room someday? Someday soon, maybe?

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, our pussycat has pretty much had it with apartment living. Poor Lucy. At the old place (with the new concrete), she could go out whenever she wanted, get some air on that exquisite belly of hers,

 practice her yoga

and then kick back in my favorite chair.

The apartment? Cramps Lulu's style. Last night our girl almost busted out of here. She mighta made it too, were it not for my quick thinking and some exceptionally tasty kitty treats.