There's a resounding silence in my head this morning.
I had live streaming broadcasts all night, but this morning there's just a faint crackle, white noise and patches of snow.
The night was restless, with Injured Cat burrowing under the blankets, taking the thin end of the wedge (foot of bed) and inserting it sneakily into the warmth of Under the Blankets with Mom. Nose Out of Joint Cat (the other one) is seriously jealous of Injured Cat's preferential treatment. He is convinced that there are supplies of fresh caviar and salmon from Scotland being flown in for Injured Cat's benefit, along with special kitty massage and dancing mice. He is banished from the bedroom and so sits on the window ledge and scowls in. Last night he ran away in great injuriousness and refused my touch. Cat cold wars.
Am I a sad old lady talking about her cats endlessly?
If you have nothing to say don't say it.
Bow to the silence.