I am hopefully going to spend at least two days taking care of me.
Well, yes. Thank-you.
The dogs are gone. This is a fact. I don't have to worry about them any more, not one bit, done, done, done. No shit, no pee, no puke. No blind animals staggering into walls. Unless I get really drunk, of course.
Haha! Just kidding.
I think today I am going to town to the library, have lunch with Hank, go to Publix, and Goodwill. I need new couch pillows and no, it's not disgusting to buy them at Goodwill. I've bought beautiful feather, silk-covered gorgeous pillows at Goodwill that probably retail for close to a hundred bucks for a few dollars because someone decided to change their decor and I bring them home and wash them and they are lovely. I will probably buy salmon at Publix- my meal to make when Mr. Moon is out of town because he is not so fond of it but I am.
The chickens and Maurice and I shall all take care of each other. Maurice has been lovely lately. The last two nights she has suffered my hand on her fur for a long, long time. No, I don't really think she knows I need comfort, but she has given it, anyway. She is beginning to purr at times. I was texting a friend last night who also has cats and we agreed that all cats are insane but that we love ours anyway. I suggested that it's because they are soft AND creepy, which is interesting. Not quite unlike chickens who are anciently domesticated birds who give us eggs and who are the direct descendants of dinosaurs which, if you look carefully, you can see perfectly well in their feet and their walk and their stance.
Here's Maurice this morning.
She is an undemanding and mostly-sweet companion. She jumps up on the table where I am writing, comes right to me, bows her head to me and when I kiss it, she raises up as if to say, "Hey! Boundaries!" and then she wanders off to groom and nap a few feet away.
Well, that's about it from Lloyd this morning. Mr. Moon is so happy not to have a deadline for the day, to be able to sort and pack and mess around with the truck and the trailer. It makes my heart happy to see him so. He has been working too hard. It is supposed to be brutally hot and humid for the next few days and so I shall be moving slowly. The boys will be coming tomorrow night to sleep here and then I will take care of them on Sunday. Lily and Jason both open on Sunday morning and it's ridiculous to have to get them up and bring them out here before the sun even thinks of rising. So- Saturday night slumber party, Sunday morning pancakes is probably the agenda there.
It's Friday. Do something nice for yourself, okay? And then let's all get together to chat about it. Tonight? Back porch? BYOB. I'll provide the ambiance and snacks and music.
Hope you like the Rolling Stones.