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.
This is also posted at http://elainegrey.dreamwidth.org/452545.html .