Good morning. I had disagreeable dreams involving, among other things, forgetting to take children to golf lessons and driving a sports car down a ramp into a fancy dinner club.
I’m glad the cabinets are secured. Chip will find a new lurking spot.
It’s cold here, too, but it’s supposed to be in the 60s later, which will be nice for a Palm Sunday procession.
I’m sorry about your dreams. I hate when mine are confusing like that.
I think Chip is getting used to the place, even if he isn’t used to me! It will come. Eventually.
I wish I could raise and lower the blind in the living room, but the previous tenant’s son fixed that. He removed the cord that allowed for the raising and lowering of the entire blind. So Chip can’t sit in the window without damaging the slats.
I need to go shower.