What a wonderful batch of tiny floofs and the mama and daddy! Fit for a Monday!
Good morning.
The laundry is done, but I went through my puzzle book, so I’ll have to get a new one tomorrow.
My mouse is dying. I have to replace batteries about once a month, now, and when I first got it, the batteries lasted six months or longer.
The sleep shirts still need to be hung up and the bed has to be made but they can wait for a while.
I’ve seen someone’s cat a couple of mornings this week, and though it isn’t skittish, it isn’t friendly, either. It will sit or crouch and watch me, rather than run off. Poor thing. It may be prey, if someone isn’t careful. We have some fairly large birds around here, and a cat is as good as a hare.
Some days, Sharon just makes my Tired ache. (I had a hard time spelling that word, so I guess you know how my brain is working.)
There are people in my life who make my Tired Ache, too.
I’m glad you got your wash done and all. I have about half an hour before I have to leave for camp. It’s not extremely hot yet, but it will get there.
The other day I told Mrs. ArGee I thought I had a dead mouse. After I peeled her off the ceiling I explained I meant a computer mouse.
She uses the glide pad exclusively.