I did not forget the cats yesterday. A Monday check-in with our felis domesticus siblings has become the routine, and I did not forget. (Cats have a way of not allowing you to forget them, after all.) What I did do, however, was accidentally press the publish button too quickly. And, since it seemed like I had a good as any arbitrary stopping place for that post, I just decided to leave it until today.
So here’s Phoebe, somewhere she doesn’t belong:
And, not to be outdone, here’s Poseidon, somewhere he doesn’t belong.
So, in 2,000 words worth of photographs, the cats are fine, and they are cats.
We took a walk yesterday evening and we turned back toward the house just in time to see an almost sorta dramatic sunset. It was a nice little moment after our walk.
And I didn’t see the sun today because I was in the office, and then the studio, and that’s been the extent of it. You’ll be pleased to know, however, that I don’t feel as poorly today as I did yesterday while recovering from exertion. That improvement is found, even in the sitting position, is encouraging. Perhaps by tomorrow, or Thursday, I’ll better.
I was only 8,000-plus calories down, after all, and you’re going to feel that a little bit. But, after a second day of too much lunch, and another delicious dinner today, I’m making up for it. Well, you probably don’t make up for it. And say you’re adjusting to it implies an acceptance of a permanent or at least long-term condition. My energy levels are accepting it, let’s say. So tomorrow, or Thursday, back to normal, I’m sure.
