Me, still sick. Dealing with it. I have Nurse Molly as long as I don’t cough too much. And still no voice. So, no work for me. I’m all yuck.
But, today’s theme is bliss. Nurse Molly, maybe a bad nickname for her, seems to personify it best to me. From her relaxing and purring, to the flex and release of her claws at her happiest, she shows signs of bliss over the simplest things. Mostly, curling up next to me. Petting her makes the bliss go away but still tolerable. She also loves coming up with a dead mouse.
But, she’s so skittish around the Guinea pig, whose idea of bliss is a fresh handful of hay and sweet peppers. Everyone’s idea is different. Mine changes from day to day. Right now, bliss is sleep. Guess why?