Lasting

Reading over last December. Reminded of my reverse alphabet. Since I seem averse to writing, at least here, I will pick that up as a template.

Sent letters, emails, to all the people on my list. Everyone I felt comfortable wishing Good Yule to, or Happy New Year. Not one stock email readdressed, but a specific note to each. I've done both, in my time, but this was personal. Almost everyone replied, which is lovely, but not expected. Yes, I have friends. We all do. This is the form it takes these days. However much I love a good hug or an evening in companionable conversation, or silence, the written connection, paper or electronic, really is good. Easy to schedule, just as reassuring, a comfort as all friendship is, in any form.

So, I will pick up the alphabet again. Lima is next. After completed, I will open a new blog just for that.

Cleaned the living room, and the mud room. The only reason I finally got to the last one, Eleanor caught another mouse there this morning. I heard her thumping about before I got up, near the litter boxes there. Once I rose, I figure out what she was after, hopping and lunging around the boxes energetically, as Moby watched in fascination on the rug nearby. I did not interfere. A while later, after she'd settled on the bed, I came in to dress, and she bopped down, and sniffed at a spot on the rug. I praised her and put the mouse-corpse in a baggie, then petted her until she purred. I managed to only shudder a little, wanting to reward her for a job well done.

Then I scrubbed the mud room/stairwell utterly, laid down peppermint and eucalyptus.

Moby has a bit of a runny eye. Not crusty, just drippy. Have gotten him mild eyedrops, he's looking better already, but not perfect. Not infected, just irritated, either by virus or allergy I believe. If it's not cleared by next week, we'll take him in. But flushing it seems to be helping already. Poor old guy, the air is smoggy again.