Cyrus and I are spending this rainy Friday morning doing nothing. He is on the bed with me letting me scratch his head and pick at his pin feathers. He needs a good misting; I'll do that when the dampness is out of the air. Jim said he would fire up the wood stove in a little while so I'll be able to mist him before too long.
Maybe I'll get to some of my room cleaned today. Its so awful I'm ashamed to be in it, and I'm the one that made the mess!