The vines and the tree growth are so lush in Catherine and Colin’s back yard that they don’t have to hang curtains in the bed room. It’s lovely waking up with the filtered green light.
I miss my guitar. I miss my bro. I miss my kitty.
Jeff reports Margot is independently going through the cat door which installed after I flew out here. He also apologizes in advance for any lapses which may have taken place in her grooming; I’m sure it will be fine. I hope she still recognizes me.