Cats all bemused and delighted by the sudden arrival of nice weather, and are going in and out like anything, even dear old Mystic, who is now decidedly wobbly.
I’ve managed my small allocation of time to gardening every day for the last four days, bringing gardening time since March up to 2.3333333 recurring hours. (I can only manage about 20 mins at a time due to joints.)
I seem to have a million small things to do, they must have been building up while I was typesetting. I’m not writing at all, am still reading, and have become annoyingly hooked on a silly game I’ve discovered on my phone.
Still in the Dog Days, then, even though (a) the date is wrong and (b) I’m a cat lady.
And this is a burble, rather than a blog. But don’t worry, I’m fine really. I even Tweeted just now!
NO, i HAVEN’T ADDED TO THE CATS, THESE WERE ON THE WEB!