We're getting back to life as usual here. Not quite there yet: Pan is still zoned out. His eyes aren't quite right (pupils too big), he walks a little funny, sits down suddenly sometimes, startles easily, and the thought balloon I imagine over his head says "What did I come in here for?"
I'm not sure he slept last night; he wasn't on the bed, anyway, any time I woke up, and that's totally unusual. But he's eating and drinking, and he'll rub his head against my hand if I come near him, once he gets over the surprise of my appearance: "Where did you come from?" Then he'll roll on his back on the floor, then jump up and move away.
More later.
I mostly knit, sometimes crochet or cross-stitch. I read, a lot. I love cats. I love hockey, especially my no-longer-local team, the Boston Bruins. Want more? Read on.
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