Yesterday I got great news, my sort of blood brother orange cat is healthy and resenting being cooped up. My neighbor e-mailed me that the cat was fine, and the health department called later in the morning with a message containing the same information. The exception is, the health department guy must have repeated "No Rabies" three or four times, just to make sure I heard it. I heard it. I didn't realize/admit to myself how tense I was until that news. My stomach stopped trying to reject any food I ate, and I was able to breathe more easily. The bite is healing and, though it still hurts at intervals, whatever other bacteria the cat and I exchanged, I'll let my immune system handle. For now, all is well.
We have completed the first leg of our trip home from Louisiana. We are stopping at my sister-in-law's home in Birmingham for the night; a visit I always look forward to. She is one of my all-time favorite people. She and Carol are about finished preparing a terrific dinner, so it looks like about time to eat. Tomorrow's a long ride into northern Virginia where we'll stay the night at a motel. The next day will be lunch with daughter and then home.
More when we get back there.
We have completed the first leg of our trip home from Louisiana. We are stopping at my sister-in-law's home in Birmingham for the night; a visit I always look forward to. She is one of my all-time favorite people. She and Carol are about finished preparing a terrific dinner, so it looks like about time to eat. Tomorrow's a long ride into northern Virginia where we'll stay the night at a motel. The next day will be lunch with daughter and then home.
More when we get back there.
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