New medication side effects are kicking in.

Essential tasks have been done. Now home to hide.

I don’t have a blanket fort right now. I have Scarlet and Fen snuggled close. Knitting and battling, I am armed with sticks, yarn and furry beasties.


Today… so tired. Recovering from the past couple of days, perhaps.

What has kept me going is the love that has been sent to me. Seeing how people care. Friends I know well, those I only know via the Interwebs – their honest caring has been a lifeline to me.

Friends who send patterns for creative prettiness.

Those who send their own books, for amusement and distraction.

Himself, caring so deeply even when he is struggling.

Those who share words, pictures of furry family, funny madness and randoms to raise a smile.

I am so touched that people care. Especially when my illness is trying to convince me that I’m worthless.

You all put the lie to this, shining truth by reaching out. Never doubt the worth of your words, even when your own brain weasels start to bite.

Thankyou so much, dear friends. Your love and care is a gift beyond price.

Also, the expressions of your cats as many of you took their picture was its own peculiar gift 😂


Cats are Nice

Today has, if anything, been worse than yesterday. It feels as if I’m having an emotional migraine, and I’ll be so very glad when it passes.

But small comfort came from a surprising corner. Coming back from walking the dogs, I was met with a familiar smell and feeling…

Our cat, Harry, passed on last year, due to old age and illness. But the dogs won’t go into his place in the garden.

During times of trouble, he’d curl up next to me, always knowing when he was needed (even when it meant lying somewhere he didn’t like).

Today he’s around, keeping an eye on things.

“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”
― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery