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Eleanor curled up asleep on my arm last night. I turned, she dropped off me, and seemed not to even wake, although a minute or so later, I felt her stretch against my back. She does love sleeping on/between us. The bed is hers at night.

Moby woke Dylan up, mrrk'ing in the wee hours. I heard him, but could not make myself stir. Moby tried to jump up on the bed, so Dylan managed to rise and provide food.

I've taken to talking to Moby as though I were Jeeves.

"Would sir like his food here, or in the kitchen?"
"How is sir feeling this morning?"


Long, hard couple of days. Generally queasy, shaky, my shoulder spasming. Sleeping a bit better, though.

Snowed from early Monday. Icy roads on my way home, but fellow drivers keeping distance, moving slowly. Cleared about 6" off the car. Earlier, the route had a number of black ice slide-offs and crashes, two busses rear ended by cars. I left an hour later, and apparently there had been plows, possibly salt trucks, and the drivers in a mad hurry were already gone, leaving the more patient of us.

The mountains got the snow, we have a thin undercoat, no need to even shovel.