cats, life, anxiety (but the cats are GREAT)
Just finished giving Peebles an epic petting and sent her out for Second Dinner. Meanwhile, Sugarfoot is loafed out on the arm of my office sofa, so I think I'll wait to boot her for the night until later.
It's all very cozy and peaceful here, and it leaves me thinking. "Hmm. These ARE actually the good times."
I'm still a little fretful over the weird test results earlier today, even despite my doctor (who seems pretty good) being unconcerned enough about them that we're waiting until next month to follow up.
I dunno. I'm trying to treasure the quiet moments because I know they can't possibly last forever.