After that mucky excursion into Summer, today we are back in Spring. There is wind; chimes jangle and the flagpole lead lines bang against the pole while the flag flaps furiously. There is cold. Not so cold as to kill off the greenery, but cold enough to make the heat come up, which is turned down to 50'. So yeah, chilly.
HildeBeest is cone-less. She's happy to be free and she's back to her ballerina walk. She hasn't been obsessively grooming so far but we'll see how it goes. She slinks off into the bedroom where I can't see what she's up to. Little sneak. I'll be closing the bedroom door if she starts biting herself like she did. She knows better than to do it in front of me. Over the weekend I read a bunch of forums about cats overgrooming and consensus was that after changing things to make sure it's not allergies, the only thing that lasts is to let them work it out on their own. They say that when the cat goes to town not to yell or spray them. And give them lots of affection. It could take months, but it's a phase, especially after uproars in their lives. Hildie's been through many changes in the last year. It's not allergies. She'll have to work it out. Hasn't depleted her appetite any!
It was a busy weekend, but a constructive one. And here we are, Monday morning. On to the news, though I'm avoiding all horrible and mind-numbingly insipid stuff so here's what's left:
Not unusual, regretfully
Praying for a living wage and a school
Once in a lifetime:
It's another busy day so off I go.
The Door Is Ajar.
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