... and my new very comfortable bed?
It is quite a bit higher than my old mattress. My feet dangle off the edge and don't reach the floor. That is kind of a fun novelty. Is it not strange how I can be so conscious of being higher up? Perhaps a footstool will be necessary especially as poor Abby cannot possibly climb that high. She hasn't had any more bad turns, but I have a neighbour checking in on her while I'm gone.
In the meantime, I show you this beauty
I have three more just like it - two for me, one for the catsitter and one for my friend who owns the cottage.
And it is snowing again.
So, until Tuesday. I will try to do something blogworthy to report. I know I have been leading a dull life of late and haven't had much to say.