My forehead is the portal to my soul.
Or so it would seem.
When I touch my forehead to the top of my cats' heads, it soothes me greatly. And the fact that they allow me to do it for seconds at a time is a sign from the cosmos.
I was needing inspiration, help, and hope just the other morning as I brewed up a cup of premium instant coffee. I touched the Beatles mug to my forehead and was soothed.
There might be something to this theory.
Or this could just be the rantings of a battered mind.
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