I should have got rather more done today, but – no, no excuses. I didn’t do it. I don’t care.
Last night, I got into bed and looked at my phone, to put on the radio, and there was a message from New Zealand, asking if I was still awake? It was a friend, not Graham who was such a help earlier this year, but someone known to me and another friend (long story, never mind) as Aberdeen Angus. I replied that I was and put on a pyjama top, modestly, as we usually talk on Facetime.
Ten minutes later, I removed it as I was very hot.
Five minutes after that, Angus Facetimed me. So I answered, with duvet drawn up to my chin. Modesty rules, hey. Late night chat is enough to keep me awake for an hour afterwards, unfortunately, so if this happens again, I probably just won’t answer and let it be assumed I’m asleep. I am sleeping much better on the whole, though, than I have for several years and I’m immensely grateful for that.
Half an hour ago, I let Eloise out and she hasn’t returned. This is so unlike her, I’m worried. It’s not late, quite possible that she’s out frolicking – but she usually comes when she’s called. Mother Cat came to be stroked, but not my Eloise. I’ll just have to keep going out and calling until she returns.
Dogs may be more work, but they’re easier, in many ways. Especially when, like me, you’re more than half dog.