Strangely warm, with bright sun, to Moby's delight. Has spent quite some time out on the balcony.
We shopped this morning, brought him wheatgrass. He knows when we've been to that store, and is visibly disappointed when we don't have grass for him. A lovely mrrk! and excited chomping, no visible horking up, yet. He likes him some wheatgrass.
Terribly sleepy all afternoon. Should have gotten stuff done. Didn't. D telling me I shouldn't, just rest. Well, then.