I miss the tree that shaded our eastern exposure: the western exposure remains a sauna, but now the other rooms heat up, too.
I need to write my performance appraisal and monthly report today, Friday's tasks, and i'm anxious about the midday malaise that hit me yesterday. I didn't get everything in the world done yesterday, and today it weighs on me. I miss Christine. (She and i have chatted, and she is well at her sister's place.)
Mr M seems so old and fragile that I find myself checking on him to see if he's still breathing. He's in good health and good spirits, but he's clearly stiff and arthritic. I think Greybrother's death -- while i was sitting only yards away, unaware -- struck me deeply.
He's sitting near me right now, paws crossed, chest rising and falling under his plush fur. I should give him one of his medications today: one for anemia, the other for constipation. He's learned the sound of the bottles opening and stalks away as one fills the syringe to hide under the bed.