Apart from the whole breathing at night thing, which I’m not so good at anymore, I’m getting better everyday. Still on antiobiotics, and off to see the ear-nose-throat specialist next week. Thanks for your good wishes.
In the meantime, all is well at the Hehu house. Lala started her really new, really cool job. The dogs and cats are bonding well. Waylon, the smooth haired little kitten, is a spaz, and has very little fear. He’ll walk up to Harriet and rub against her without knowing that that isn’t DONE. And he’s BFF with Clara, who loves him. And I’m telling you, there ain’t much cuter than a small black kitten playing with a big black border collie. Clara is really gentle, even when she puts Waylon’s head in her mouth. The first time she did that, I freaked. But now she does it, and then spits Waylon’s head out, and then gives him punching nose-licks, and Waylon just flops on the floor and waves his paws and purrs and play-fights back.
Waylon and Miss Idaho, a wee cuddle.
Working like crazy this week, which is where I am now, 72 hours this week, and then one 1/2 day off, and then back for another round. I’ll be working the holiday, and we’re on a new computer system at work, so things aren’t that easy here, but at least they’re interesting. All right, back to it.
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