Been a longish week. Lots of scurrying around from project to project, trying to make room in my schedule for something large that's coming next week.
Nothing new to report on the kitty health front, thank goodness. No more seizures, she's still bouncy, and she likes her food. And, as if she could sense I was writing about her, she just appeared at my feet. It's probably just to tell me it's time for bed.
Ay, caramba, it's cold over here. You know it's bad out when the weatherman promises that tomorrow it will go up to 12 degrees (that's Fahrenheit. It's somewhere below zero in Celcius. Brrrrrr). I am really, really grateful for those flannel sheets I got as a Christmas present. The cat likes them too.
She's still sitting here, staring at me. I suppose I should set up the coffee pot for tomorrow and head up the wooden hill.