Well, it may be better late than never. Even if I’m almost to the next Sunday, I haven’t made it there yet so I I’m still kind of, almost on track to make my weekly gratitude journal.
This little guy came to feed at our kitty feeding station this week. This is the second time that we saw him. The first time I scared him off, afraid for the kitties. We let him stay this time and have a meal. I think my official stance on this will be that if he makes it to the food before I can take it in for the night he gets a meal. There is something strangely soothing about watching the cameras to see who comes to feed. Scrugs and the two kittens come daily, and we also have “not Jeff” and now a black cat who make appearances as well. Not Jeff and the black kitty might be getting spayed if they come often enough.
On other fronts, I’ve spent a ton of time in the band room throwing things out. I will spend some time tomorrow and probably Saturday finishing arranging everything to where I want it. Now that I know that I’ll be somewhere long-term, it’s so much easier to make decisions on what to keep in my life. That part of knowing is good.