Rainy labor day Monday. The Trash cat brought me one vole, one cicada, and the legs of a grass hopper this morning. It promises to be one of those days where the morning glory stay open all day instead of closing up in the heat and the sun. In my facebook inbox, I can see a long message from a childhood friend I haven't kept up with well and I can tell it's so sweet - thankfulness about our shared connection back then, how it helped her - and I can't bear to actually open it and read it, let alone reply. The last time we talked it was in the early spring of last year and I just sat on the video call and sobbed without being able to tell her any of it. I'm sure she thinks I'm insane. 

I'm enjoying to dogsit Bean, actually. I had worried it would be something of a chaotic mess, but he's adjusted really well to the routines. It's still so overwhelming to go from such a manageable number of pets to suddenly ... six?? But I think Curtis and Victoria have agreed to take the backyard feral cats, so that's good. Now I just need to get them transported up there in the waning weekends of this month.