It turns out I don’t like the peace and quiet quite as much as I expected. You moan for months on end that life would be so much easier if you didn’t get pounced on all the time, then you find out what it’s really like. Yesterday was mainly spent asleep and I don’t just mean me! The problem of only having the ill and the old around is that you all start to descend to the same low level of activity. To be fair, our Mistress still finds it hard to do nothing but even when she was at her desk she didn’t look very full of life. I could not get myself comfortable. It wasn’t helped by my Armadillo having squeakers in him, every time I rolled over he squeaked. Now, the sensible thing would be to have taken him out of my bed and left him on the chair, but I didn’t want to disturb him. Instead I slept on the floor next to the bed while Armadillo stretched out in comfort.
I was almost glad when there were two deliveries during the day, just so there was some level of activity.
There was only little bright spot in all of it. With Wilma out of the way there has been no one to lay claim to the fallen fruit in the garden, so I did spend a happy twenty minutes rounding it all up and eating it. I suspect I may pay for that over the next twenty-four hours, but in the meantime it was rather enjoyable. On balance, I think I would much rather have Wilma back around so that I have something left to moan about. I’ve even taken to asking our Mistress how soon we can go and get her, even though I know it means Ari coming home as well. I suppose I can’t have everything.
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