I’m glad he’s not too badly off. We’re about to have choir practice, and then we’ll see.
I went to bed at 8:00 last night and slept okay, except for turning over about every hour.
How’s Jake doing this morning? Whatever he had a run-in with must have been bigger and meaner than he is, or he’s just getting slow in his old age.
I hope the antibiotics help him, soon, poor ol’ cat.
This is another day when I don’t want to go to Walmart, but that happens a lot here. After that’s done, maybe I’ll be able to play in the closet for a bit and get it somewhat squared away.
My life. Huh.