Margot just nosed her way into my room; which reminds me, I have to get on my hands and knees and wipe all her eye goop off the doors and walls in those places she normally stands. She has a rip roaring case of ephoria, brown watery eyes.
Her breathing has been a little more stertorous of late. She’ll be better when she is coming and going through her little cat door again.
Today, writing, practicing, seeing the floor of my room.
