Almost every night Jack is either waiting for me on the bed or else he follows me in when I go to get ready for bed. Last night he came in after I was already in bed and instead of jumping up to be with me, he went over to where I had put the dolls to sleep and began sniffing them. I was not surprised at this as Hank and Rachel have cats and I figured that Jack was investigating the strange cat smell. But then this happened.
A Brad Pitt movie ("Bullet Train") was showing but it had gotten bad reviews and there appears to be a LOT of violence in it.
Other choices were either super hero movies which I just don't enjoy or the the new Top Gun movie and no thank you for me on that one, and one that appeared to be about a guy with disabilities who adopts a monkey as a service animal and I suppose miracles occur and tears flow.
Tell me about it.
I still feel guilty about that.
The one good thing I can think of about not having free-range chickens is that I don't have to worry about where I put the plants that they love to nibble on. I can now grow begonias again.
This is cold comfort but it is something.
Just as with not being able to have free-ranging chickens is allowing me to grow begonias, having anxiety definitely will curb an appetite.
You gotta look for that silver lining, folks! Oh yeah!