Memsahib has been off on a hen's-week with a couple friends of her's; making the cards she sends out at Christmastime, a day trip to Monticello, an evening at a Shakespeare play, just a grand week's holiday.
Of course, I was home tending the cats and the house, so a very very quiet week. Too dam quiet. All is back to right, now.
Poppet is doing as well as can be expected for a cat of her age, and Hobbes is pretty much recovered from whatever sprain it was that had him limping a bit last week.
Got a booster jab last week, timed to be best armed when the Young Squire returns from university by way of that hell which is air travel. Hopefully, home for Christmas won't mean ill for Christmas! This week, the flu shot. Same logic...
Getting the woodstove ready for the season. Given the projected fuel costs, it will probably get exercised more than ever, I'm afraid. I have to wonder how much worse heating with wood might be over (in our case) gas, but the policy idiots are making that choice inevitable.
No one is actually applying any reason or thought to this energy vs. climate dilemma, only emotion and rhetoric. I fail to see how throwing tomato sauce on art objects and gluing oneself to the wall does anything but piss people off, the very people whose sense of reason one should be appealing to instead. I don't understand the logic at all. Meanwhile, the policy makers make policy based on nothing more than vote-buying...
Hobbes is snoring.