The windows were open all night for the first time this year.
Now that I’m current with my blog posts, I hope to get back on track. The ability to adapt to changing circumstances really does get harder as we age. Resetting my internal clock ain’t as easy as it used to be. But once Mom is resettled, I shouldn’t have to get up quite so early to get quiet time for writing. Last night Theo the cat was out all night long, and doesn’t appear to have spent it underneath the house. That big, brave boy usually goes out after breakfast, and within an hour he’s under the house-for the rest of the day. At dinnertime I go out and open the skirt around the house and out he comes, yawning after a long day creeping in the shadows and ready for food. There’s been another kitty hanging around, making me glad that he’s been neutered. All of our animals, with the exception of our cockatiel, spayed or neutered. We want companions, not breeders.
***Authors’ Note***
Life with Alzheimer’s comes with a lot of daily fires waiting to be put out. On this particular day they were almost continuous, and I could never get back on track. It’s on the list-the long, long list. I probably jinxed myself by saying the word ‘current’.
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