I don't know if the month will get better, but it's off to a rotten start.
I was getting within five feet of the little one, talking to him, feeding him (he ate SO much), sat on the deck until he wiggled into the shelter every night. Tuesday morning at 6 am, he didn't come out. We waited. He was gone. He cried every four hours for food, never went into the lawn, stayed within sight for days. Missy was inside that evening and until long after we searched for him. She was curious, not aggressive, but attacked another cat that came through we assumed was female last evening. Maybe the mother? Plans were not to adopt, instead hoping to find it a home, but it is still upsetting.
No covid test, out of stock at local pharmacies, feeling better except for a 40# cold sore. I ordered them online and by the time I get them, won't need them.
No stitching. I wanted to start Mary Bell on a light 40 count which I do not have. I've grown tired of looking at Meg, and attempted to stitch her muted colors on a mottled darker linen, cannot see well enough.
It's only Wednesday. I have to wait until Sunday for Saltbox Stitcher? I could go back and watch previous videos I guess. Brenda directed us to Prims on Greenway which I had viewed a while back, and the latest #32 is chock full of goodies. Mark won some $$ at golf so I ordered the applique book she mentioned.
Well, my cold sore is now 43# so I'm calling it a night. Can't wait to look in the mirror tomorrow.
Stay safe, be well, find a swing.
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