is or isn't

 

So, going back, last Friday’s tromp around the Paisano Ranch was fun. K and I had a lovely (extravagant) picnic by the creek, got a little too lost among the grabby branches of scrubby young cedars, and enjoyed the half-as-high as us native grasses leaning and rippling in the wind.

 

In between there’s been some stressful days for your hero (that’s me); we hope that’s all getting a rest now, but we’ll see if the cat who wouldn’t touch her food this morning is feeling better tonight. And if maybe I can manage to get up early enough to write tomorrow; we only lost an hour in the time change, but it appears to have been a crucial hour.

 

I haven’t really written in almost a week; this makes me…anxious.

 

On the other seven hands, hey, breathing, alive. We like that, whatever else is or isn’t.

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Sula browncat seems back to her food-scarfing, sassy-sweet self this evening. Yay!