Paid

I paid for it, having beer on that day, even that only slightly immoderate amount. Throwing up my toenails, as the happy phrase has it - eventually, late into the night. Fitful sleep. Disturbed D's as well, as he tried to offer some comfort. The ice pack, and cracker, for all that they don't seem much, provided all the assistance possible. Simply, his being present comforts me. Perhaps it was a migraine as well, haven't had one in a very long while. Not that I have any drugs for them right now. Allergies, mouth cankers, heartburn, earaches, brewed in alcohol, general not feeling good. Better after last night's good sleep. Long, fast day, and up to the work. That matters, the sense of ability. Everyone at work is raspy, snotty, irritated, allergic. Possibly because of all the scrub oak all around the building, and that is what is pollenatin'.

D watered the greenery when he got home, had to take Moby out as well. Some of the wildflowers are sprouting, the plants are sprightly. I watered this evening, and Moby had to have a long explore, sit, wander, sit, prowl. It's an odd thing to take a cat out on a leash, but he really loves being out there, and we really can't just let him run wild without risking his life and health. He knows nothing of the dangers of cars and bicycles, dogs and feral cats. I feel bad about it, he so loves being outside. Everything is a compromise, a trade, an adjustment. We will be looking into ways to get him out while offering some protection. This may take a while.

Met a neighbor, and his lovely dog. Watering, I said "hi" and he stopped for a moment, probably because dog was gazing at me. I asked to pet her, and he said she might not come to me. Fat chance, dog knew I was a sucker, very sweet creature, just a lovely light brown, Weimaraner mix looked like, named Mocha. He told me she was a rescue, wonderful dog. And that he'd looked at our house - the second person to have mentioned this to us. He bought one close by instead. I assured him we loved the house, it was home.

D slightly weirded out by two people telling us they'd been to our house's open house, and considered buying it, but it's a self selected sample, who else would approach us and tell us? They feel they have a slight acquaintance, and connection, with the place, live nearby, so, well, of course they're going to tell us. We all like this area of town, after all.

Lovely evening, not as warm, clouded over but still mild. We hope for rain.