Or Rather false Spring.
Today is going to be lovely today. I can clean the cat boxes outside.
I plan to walk the property and see what needs to be done this year.
The cats are very happy because I went grocery shopping and brough back a bag of greenies which is their favorite treat. Each got their share and now they are in various places napping or getting ready to nap.
Good news on the Peter front, yeah, I know bury the lead. He doesn’t need a wound vac anymore and will be back in rehab at the end of the week. The only ugly is his white cell count that started climbing again. The fistula is clean so now we need to figure out what’s up with the little white cells.
I have a plan for today, now to execute it. Recently my energy level is up, and I am very happy about it. I feel awake and not going through the day in a fog.
I am very sad hearing about the passing of Maragret Clark. She was Peter’s main editor at Pocket Books among other things he wrote. She was a lovely person. I feel privileged to have known her. Peter will be devastated. My sympathies to her family and friends.
Having gone through all the Valamar books I missed; I am going to go to nonfiction for a bit. Next on my list is Peter Ackroyd’s The English Actor: From Medieval to Modern. Stage craft from the English point of view.
I am tired of sneezing. I know it is high tree pollen causing the issue. I have taken my allergy meds but still sneezing and scaring the cats. At least the cough stopped.
Well onto Laundry, my other task for the day.
I am grateful for the kiss of Spring.