… and my strength is finally coming back from a long bout of bronchitis and travel fatigue. I’m tired now, of course, but I got normal chores done, and that is something, considering.
I also went to Petsmart on a Saturday, which is a treacherous thing for someone with three cats, all rescues. Count of cats I didn’t bring home: two white cats and one black. Dogs: one Cairn Terrier, which did get adopted, and is now the proud owner of a girl of his own. In short, this is the start of summer, a season of opportunities. Speaking of opportunities, here is a photo of Pierre the way most people see him–in the distance.