A quiet morning at last, so I can pfaff around at home and get stuff done. All Zoe’s plans are outside the house and not with me, so I’m on my own until this evening! She’ll go in soon, but we’re only on our fourth snooze alarm, so that’s a way off.
Unsettled wake up though. Last night Zura told us that Clara had a lump in her tummy, which is doubly unsettling since we both noticed how underweight she was on our last visit. It’s put a cloud over us today. After all the loveliness of coming here and settling in, and later Zoe’s visit, it’s feeling like real, unpleasant life is threatening to intrude again. And I don’t want that! Still, anxiety is concerned with a future that may or may not happen, and which we are unlikely to have no control over anyway. So I await the vet’s findings at lunchtime.
Over breakfast at George, Z and I discussed resuming some real life after Zoe, once she leaves next week. It’s attractive to return to some rhythms, but also her holiday has been ours, and it will sad to finish that. So I’ve signed back to pickelball for next week, and I’ll go have a look at Oak Park’s pilates offering this morning.