Poor old cat is tattered and torn. He seems to get in fights every night. He continues to like me, comes when I call him and likes to be scratched under his chin.
I've been sick since noon Monday. I have not taken it well. I don't like to be sick. I finally ate a few cold canned pears.
We had a fine storm late this afternoon. I'm sure the plants and herbs are thankful.
Lydia was scared to death. She was crouched down on the porch and ran to the yard instead of through the open door. She later came in and promptly went to sleep on the back of the couch.
The bunnies weren't thrilled with the wind either. I covered the cage so they could stay dry.
I was scheduled to sub today but sick instead. It's terrible to take a sick day when you are the sub.
I'm heading to bed soon, hoping for a better night than last night.
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