Good morning!
This is Garbo reporting for my mom, who has been "under the weather", a term I don't really understand as the weather has been just fine -- cold and sunny and crisp -- the kind of weather that makes me want to run and play. Mom must mean something different though because she has been miserable and sick and droopy, spending days in bed, sneezing, coughing, sleeping, and moaning. I have been worried about her and do not want to leave her side.
Mom is better today, but I am worn out from looking after her. She did say her head still hurts and I could write this post for her because she can't "think". But I know she is better because she woke up, jumped into the shower humming. She hasn't hummed for at least three or four night cycles. And she stripped all the soft things off the bed and hauled them down to the big box in the basement that makes swishy noises.
We even took a walk this morning! Not a long one, just as far as the white house down the street with the pillars on the porch. They have a dog there I like, he is white like me, but a little more rambunctious. Once he ran out to play and wouldn't go back in and everyone was running around trying to catch him. He is not allowed to play with me anymore. I want to play with everyone. But he doesn't live there all the time either, I am told his mom lives elsewhere and brings him to visit.
But the walk was exciting because so much has happened in my neighborhood since I was last able to sniff around. We hadn't been out of sight of my house in days, so I had a lot of catching up to do. Mom tells me that if she manages her energy well we can take another walk later. What is it with humans and this idea of managing things anyway? I do like walks though.
Mom tells me I am getting distracted. I am supposed to tell you that she will be back writing soon. She had (has?) something called Covid but she is getting better. I know she is getting better because she sat on the sofa last night and knitted for hours, the first time she has done that in days as well. She would pet me occasionally as I rested my head on her knee, but not often enough. She is knitting this thing called a shawl and she can only pet me at the end of rows. Those rows take an awfully long time.
Mom also tells me we are going to go to the studio today! She is going to work on a baptismal towel. I left my turkey toy in the studio and I miss him, so I will be glad to play with him again. But for now, I need a nap. I do hope your day is filled with runs in the sunshine, sleeps, snuggles, and belly rubs.
Garbo.
