I’ve learned something of myself. I like having a cat sharing lap space with the computer. She purring enough to vibrate her entire small body, watching the antics of the large noisy kitten of the house and trying to track the source of the yummy smell that’s all that remains of my dinner. What a cat wants with coconut-ginger sauce is beyond me, but hey, I’m not a cat. And tonight she serves a quite useful purpose in making me relax. Allergies? A minor consideration, those. Sophia is eminently comfortable and so am I.
My dad is back in hospital for the same infected foot that made him their guest two weeks ago. He’s been on heavy-duty antibiotics the entire time, and in spite of that the thing got worse. So now they’re being more aggressive, cleaning out the infection in addition to giving him IV antibiotics. I’m glad of it, and at the same time terribly worried. Our son’s spring break starts Saturday, so we’ll be going down then. That should be time enough.
And meantime? My son both surprised me and made me laugh today. I was trying to discuss the possibility of him riding the bus home with his best friend on Thursday without his catching on ahead of time. So what I said to my husband on the phone was that “there was an invitation to utilize general academic transport to the residence of a chosen comrade.” My son promptly jumped up and down, saying “I get to ride the bus home with Russell to his house!” So much for obscurity.