I finally got myself out the door for a walk in the morning, before the day took me its own way. It is a wonderful time of year here---crisp air and bright sun in an intensely blue sky.
The sukkah is gone until next year, so the view of the yard and the trees and the sky come right in the windows. The rufous-sided towhees have returned---always a pair. And of course the Stellar's jays, with their gorgeous blue feathers and their raucous voices. A tiny mouse emerged from beneath the woodpile; I would bet he is not alone. They have wintered there before. It is warm and protected enough that so far they have not felt the need to invade the house.
Mishka just climbed up onto the desk and came back to her spot by my right arm. It's okay with her that I pet her; but she really starts purring when I hum a niggun.
I remember how Bracha used to leap onto the dining room table when Zalman and I learned together, facing Zalman with her paws delicately on the very edge of the sefer, peering at the text upside-down.
Is this household attracting Jewish cats?
I am determined to go upstairs to sleep at a decent hour tonight; maybe I can make it a habit?