I have been cleaning out neglected pockets of detritus throughout the house.
Mishka crawls under the bed in the guest room or into the basket-cave in the corner.
She likes it better when I write: right now, she is curled on the desk by my right arm, dozing.
I am inexplicably extremely tired, and find little to write tonight. I think my system wants to shut down and go to sleep.
I have begun to rebuild my supply of jahrzeit candles in anticipation of the holy days, and orf he jahrzeits...So many dearest ones gone.
Thank G-d for friends.