He is 59, she is 13. 60 in cat years. She had been running up and down the halls jumping up and off furniture, hiding under tables watching my feet. She gets cat treats and tuna water to celebrate.
She is currently curled up at my hip keeping me warm.
It's been foggy all day.
The lawn is cut. Time to pick some paper whites. All the bulbs have sprouted. it' time to pull all the weeds, start seedlings and put the compost on the flower and garden beds.
I need to get a walk in once it clears up. My jeans are fitting easier after 10 days.
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