It is true what my Butterfly friend said. ‘I am on the moon.’

It was a full moon on August 28, and while that did not probably influence the physical illness, it sure exacerbated the mental one, perhaps.

I feel…

ok.

It was a bit of a groggy kind of wake up this morning, but I slept until 7AM, so that was a good thing. The CATT team are coming around this afternoon, which will be helpful. And all I am going to do, once I share some work on the internet, is, to. . . clean my house, eat a sandwich from my favourite corner store and enjoy some sunshine.

I think it is true. I do need a dog, and a cat. I will have to talk to angel about how to introduce them safely to each other and what order they come in, and how to train them etc. I also have to talk to the lovely psychologist in Moonee ponds about how she trained her wonderful kitties and what their history is.

I am feeling a little . . . antsy, , , like I need to do something else.

Dusty, I guess. . . rah