Roasted Mediterranean veg and feta with chips

Not much to report for today.

Suki slept on the counter overnight, staying there when mum saw her and woke me up to tell me the exciting news. She stayed there while I went back to sleep, and while mum woke me a second time to tell me the cat was still there.

Then I got up, peered carefully around the corner – and saw two scared eyes, which turned into a tail rapidly vanishing under the cupboard. I know it’s entirely normal, but it’s very disheartening to be unable to see or touch our lovely new cat.

[I’m nearly crying just writing that, but I don’t know how much is about Suki, how much about the wildlife documentary on tv (now at a low point, with a procession of dead and dying mountain lions, which are just too cat-like for my current state of mind), and how much about antidepressant withdrawal messing up my brain’s chemistry.]

After doing Suki’s breakfast, and my breakfast, and my tablets, and mum’s tablets, I got out my laptop and made a start on the minutes of yesterday’s meeting. I haven’t written minutes for a good three years, and discovered that I still know how to start: open a new document, name it and save it in the appropriate place, then stare blankly at the page and think I don’t know how to do this!

Then I lost a fight with an apple, which decided it wanted to be inhaled rather than consumed, put away the groceries (with mum’s help, to be fair), then coughed, and coughed, and coughed. Thanks for nothing, apple.

For dinner I roasted some frozen Mediterranean veg, added some frozen chips, and some feta. Mum complained that the chips weren’t cooked enough, but took most of them anyway.

Then we made plans for tomorrow, which are complicated by the fact that I have to leave for a hospital appointment at 8.30, and almost certainly won’t be back in time to get mum out for church at 10. Mum complained that I hadn’t told her church was on Sunday, so she hadn’t washed her hair, and I hadn’t arranged for her to have her hair cut, so she was going to look ‘a mess’ at church. My assurance that her hair looks fine didn’t help.

This evening I will, if I stop coughing long enough (darn you, apple), move Suki’s new cat tower into the kitchen. I’m hoping that it will give her another place to hide that is slightly easier for me to get to than her current under-cupboard hidey-hole. Then I can try to persuade her that we really just want to love her – or failing that, at least bribe her to not run away the moment I look in her direction.

And so another day is done. Hopefully I will stop coughing long enough to get some sleep before an early start tomorrow. I could really start disliking apples. 🤧

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1. Yes, I know using AI-created images raises all sorts of ethical issues, but it’s kinda fun! ↩︎