I’m getting to these later and later in the day, I suspect because my sense of time is becoming more and more transient. Even during the work week when I am still on the 8-5 clock, I often find myself loosing track of the order of things. Lunch has happened at 10:30 am one day and 3 pm the next. Sometimes I’m up and about at 5 am, sometimes…not so much.
This morning was a “not so much” morning, with Keely just coming into my room and flopping on my bed, going back to sleep once I turned the 6 am alarm off. She finally got motivated a bit before 8 am and then we were off.
It was a gorgeous morning, as well, so we did the back through-ways over to 3rd Ave. then headed north on Monroe until we got to Lake Ella. Some traffic, but still not much. I think Keely would have been happy to keep going, all the way to Georgia probably, to judge by her perky mood, but I steered us around the pond and then on home.
This photo is her during her usual post-walk snooze on my bed, that 2 hour span between breakfast and demanding a snack!
I noticed the old thrift store in the same plaza as Wild Cajun’s seafood bar (which I cannot tell is open or not, but I think is doing take out?) is gone, a “for rent” sign in the window. Makes me sad, as they raised money for animal rescue — when Keely went through The Crisis last fall, they gave me a whole bag of old blankets they couldn’t sell, which I desperately needed as the meds made Keely incontinent. I was bathing her every day and quarantining her in the kitchen but I still needed something soft for her to rest on, for fear of sores. They were super nice people, and so kind to help us out. But, ‘tis how things are going to go for a lot of small shops that can’t keep the rent paid for 2+ months of shut down.
That said, it’s the only business that’s disappeared completely so far that I can tell. A good sign? Maybe. I hope!