Sometimes things just fit. I don’t know how often I’ve chased around for the thingie that I need for something, sometimes leaving a marker to remind me to find that thingie and sometimes settling for something that’s close but not quite right. It depends on whether what I’m doing can work with a nearly right thingie or whether it needs the right one.
And yeah, sometimes I get it wrong. Probably more than merely “sometimes”, but that’s life. You screw up and learn from the mess.
It actually doesn’t matter that much if you’re looking for the right word to describe something or the right piece of fabric to use in a patchwork quilt (although the latter is arguably easier to find, if sometimes more frustrating). Life in general seems to involve a lot of finding pieces that fit together in ways that help.
That or I’ve spent too much time with one or more of software, software testing, writing, or cats (cats are very good at fitting. Sometimes where you wouldn’t believe they’d actually fit – although they do tend to expand to fill the space available, just like they increase their mass as soon as they’re on a bed. Or you).
I know I’ve spent entirely too much time trying to work out the name of a new cat (they might come to me with a name, but it’s often not a good one. The much-missed Bugger-cat was originally named Rufus. Midnight was Oscar. No way) only to have their name show up purely by chance, or more often by deed of the cat itself. And once found, it was obvious the name fitted.
Like Her Royal Highness Princess Buttercup, who has proven repeatedly that she is not only beautiful, but the ruler of all she surveys and don’t you dare forget it. Or the Dread Kitty Westley, who despite occasional Farm Boy tendencies shows his dwead piwating kittieness on a regular basis.
And Midnight, who is very much a Basement Cat, lurks. He parks himself on surfaces where he’ll blend in so all you can see are the gold eyes staring at you from the darkness.
Which is why the featured pic is Her Highness fitting herself on the Husband’s tentative selection for a work “wear red” day. Obviously, the “red carpet” was put there solely to show her beauty to the greatest advantage.