February 22nd, 2020


I had planned to go out for breakfast. I had a place all picked out last night. But, this morning, I'm just not feeling it. I have breakfast making supplies here and I think I'm just going to use em and make my own. I do want to go out later - I forgot one thing at Trader Joe's so I'm going to make a return trip today - different Trader Joe's, tho.

Today was supposed to be the first game of Spring Training but it looks like it's going to get rained out. That's in Arizona. Here in Seattle, no rain today. There is another XFL game in the stadium across the street but, based on last week's experience, up here, you'd hardly notice. The crowd was small-ish and not rowdy or messy. I'll be back home long before they get here.

The Smalls still seems to be feeling punk. He's asleep on my arm as I type. He does not seem to be in pain, just unenergetic. I can hear his little tummy gurgling. He continues to eat with relish. In fact, I need also stop at the cat food store.

Not too much more on the agenda. The big house stuff - laundry, kitchen, are all under control. There is some clutter that needs to be taken care of and that's today's job. Oh and steam out those folds in the new curtains.


The Smalls is not good. He's not eating like he was and he's just slowly moving around from one spot to another. He just hopped up here and is now on my knee. But, he's not bugging me and demanding my attention like he normally does. He's just not himself.I know he won't be happy about it but we'll go to the vet in the morning.

Even Biggie's worried.