Modern

Moby took over D's laptop. Again.

There's some sign of warmth
It's just the power to warm
I'm lying on the keys
But I never wave bye-bye

But I try, I try

Modern cat, sits beside me
Modern cat, sits ignoring me
Modern cat, gets me off the web on time.

(Apologies to David Bowie)



The birds were casting about on the winds that blew through last night, continuing through today. Cleared the air a bit, though stingily left no rain yet. But the promise of a cooler week cheers me.

The cat grass is sprouting, although I'll have to bring all the pots in tonight, and perhaps much of the week, since it'll be frosty nights. Still gambling that we've seen the end of any appreciable snow. Flurries don't count, neither does snow on the mountains or benches. Only if it interferes with walking or driving... my rules. So there.

D is making sure I don't drive this weekend, not until I have to on Monday morning. This seems wise, so I accede. He can tell me what to do, as long as he's right. He is also allowed to tell the truth about my parents, since he got to see it with his own eyes, and can confirm that I'm not crazy for my opinion.

So, we slept in, and have spent the day pottering around. Feeling much better than yesterday, which doesn't take much. Cleaned up, went walking, much laundry washed.

Still very windy, dramatic clouds.