I didn't sleep worth a darn last night (I had enough bizarre dreams to keep a psychiatrist busy with me for a year), but I woke up to the wonderful surprise that Sophia, our fluffy old lady cat, is feeling much better. She's back to her old self, chatty and affectionate. I am so relieved - I was afraid that I'd wake up to sorrow, or to a vet trip that would end in sadness. Instead, Sophia greeted me with a meow and a purr, snuggled into my shoulder, and tried to nibble my fingers as I petted her (a sign of her affection - love nibbles). Now I'm grateful for not-so-small mercies - thank you, Lord!
Today we're going to do something unusual - my whole family is going to a huge garden center. That is, a garden center that covers as much square footage as a big box store, plus greenhouses. And you know whose idea it was? My husband's! What a sweet guy. And I'm still wondering how I missed a garden center this size after living in this area for three years now. (In my defense, it's not nearby, and it's where I never have to go for normal shopping or appointments.) So we're taking a family trip to go look at plants and garden supplies. This place is so big it even has a cafe, so we'll eat lunch there. I hope the kids are good sports about this - normally I get eye-rolling and sighs and whining from them when I even suggest that I want to stop somewhere to look at plants. "Oh, Moooomm! Can you drop us off at home first?"
Maybe they'll have a koi pond. I could sit for hours and watch a koi pond.