I have to stay up late tonight because I’m basically working a night shift tomorrow. Zounds! As Shakespeare would say. So…trying to keep awake till 2. Tomorrow…I work 6 to 6. Thats pm to am. Goodness.
Silky is alive. Out of the blue, he showed up today, meowing, wanting pats, being his sweet, lovable self. Where he’s been these past two months I have no idea, and it’s not lost on me that he’s showed up literally the morning after I wrote here (anywhere!) for the first time that I thought he was dead. Wild. But he’s alive. He looks healthy. I’m so glad to have him back.
Night night. Wish me luck.