“Cozying up with a good book on a rainy day.”

I'm starting to wonder if Heron's kayak collection might come in handy.
It's rained all day long, my yard is mushy.

Badger had therapy today, so she and Cowboy were gone for a bit.
Cowboy still sounds rough, but he won’t go to the doctor.
Since it happened at work, he might have to see a company doctor.
He hates going to company doctors.

While they were gone, I filled up one bird feeder, but the other wouldn’t stick, and I didn’t fill up the pole feeders.
Only the window feeder.
I got the litter boxes clean. 
That was a job.
By the time I was done, my back and my arms were screaming in protest.

Raven got home right as I was planning to clean up.
When eight cats start sniffing you, it’s a sign you need it.
I probably smelled like their litter boxes.
He went in first, but luckily left enough hot water for me.
I managed to clean up before Cowboy and Badger came in.

Raven headed up to his former partner’s. 
He didn’t get back until 6 p.m.

Today was my busy day. 
I finished up washing the laundry; four loads.
Then I actually put them away. 
Sometimes they’ll sit in the closet until Cowboy is fussing about no pants or no towels.
I kept up with the dishes too. 
That’s still a big job, even with only three of us here.
Let’s just say today was a go, go, go day.

This morning, Cowboy suggested we start stocking up on coffee.
I haven’t seen any warnings, and I tend to follow the news closely.
Still, Cowboy has a track record. 
He was right about the Covid shutdowns, surprise snowstorms, and long work shifts.
I’ll begin buying a box and setting aside an extra.

It reminds me of my great aunt, who used every coupon and spare dollar to stock coffee in her freezer each winter.
Her house burned down in October, and she never got to use that coffee.
Some days I can still smell it, the coffee, the house, the aftermath.
She died in that fire with her pets.

Revelations mentions that in the last days, people won’t be able to buy or sell without the mark of the beast.
I believe we’re getting closer to that reality.

We have a hair appointment with Ms. January this Saturday.
I’m tempted to trim it myself, since one piece keeps falling into my eyes.
Saturday can’t come soon enough.

I do worry about the flu, but then we have Raven’s littles down here. 
They’re in school, so they’re bringing germs into the house.
As long as they’re staying with us, we won’t be able to dodge everything going around.
At least outside the house, we’re still masked up.

I think I’m finally chattered out.
I’ll head back to that strange book Heron gave me for my birthday.
It’s fiction, set in a post-apocalyptic world with gene editing, survival drama, and maybe a pandemic tossed in.
Pretty sure it’s part of a trilogy.