Heavy Breathing

Mr B's daughter was coming to join us for Christmas but human plague has intervened - in at least 2 ways - and the visit has been cancelled.

I'm sitting on my CONDO digesting roast chicken and looking through my clean windows at grey sky.  The sky seems to match the human mood.  Even Aunty P was tired and listless when she visited last night.  She can normally be relied upon to be the live wire, bright spark, fired-up one around here.

Christmas music is playing all over the place but it seems a bit hollow, tinny, cheesy.  No humans seem to be buying into its cheerful enthusiasm.

F has started a new exercise regime - online.  Our calming and stretching morning yoga has been replaced with some seriously challenging core, shoulders, and hips strengthening and aligning exercises.  She decided to make good on a personal goal (on-the-books for years) to be able to do headstands.  I think the time for catching that particular boat expired long ago. It sailed.  It ain't coming back. Trying to row (or swim) after it is a lost cause.

I sit well out of the way and study the grunting, and clumsy attempts at balancing, with feline disdain.  Some humans were simply not designed to start doing acrobatics when they should be reading brochures for mobility scooters.

Mobility scooter is a 'Motorized Donkey' - and I want one.