A constant source of amazement, how much Moby seems to enjoy our company. Sleeps on us at night, sits beside us in the evening, comes out whenever friends are over to just hang out. Not to be petted, not to sit upon, just socializing.
Slow day at work, hard times for everyone. Worrisome.
Stiff neck and sore ear and face all weekend, just a vague sense of lousiness, nothing serious. Got new glasses, with a weaker prescription - my sight is better this time. I'm told this can happen at my age. My near vision will probably stay intact, one of the benefits of being near sighted.
Really needed to do a shopping, but the heat is hitting both of us, so we are making do with the refrigerator tapas option. Hunkering in the cooled apartment.