The relapse is back with a vengeance. I knew the trip would only hold it for as long as I was gone, or until I let my guard down, once I got back into the routine of being home.
The Muppet Birds are singing again. Their molt has seemed exceptionally long (it started about a week before I left) and though I still see a few feathers, they are singing again, just a little this morning. And that’s good. I need it.
Happy Easter to you and the Muppet Birds. I’ll be back with a kitten when I’ve finished more dishwashing.