1. There is just enough sawdust in the bag for under the perches. And the old food sack tears into six perfectly sized pieces to line the nesting boxes.
2. Sharp tangs of onion amongst the salad at lunch.
3. I twist last week’s sea blue yarn and it curves around itself to form a beautiful skein. I stroke it for a moment.
4. A joke occurs to both of us at the same time and we sing it in chorus.
5. Lily’s anxiety melts away as she lies on her back between us. Her mouth hangs open in a happy smile. When Strange curls up next to her bum, John predicts she’ll get a “hoofing” from the dog but I know (and am proven right) that she’ll sleep unmolested: I know Lily might kick Kaufman “in her sleep” if she thinks he’s sitting to close but she’ll never disturb her little BFF.
5b. I hide her Bonio in an unusual spot. There is a lot of tail wagging and repeated investigation of my false leads before she figures it out.
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