Today is Yesterday. I am not being metaphysical here. I’m talking about the weather and the ever present clouds, but today there is a tiny difference. The air feels warm. It will be in the 40’s today and the next few days. Rain is predicted for this afternoon, and, what a surprise, clouds are predicted for tomorrow.

My dance card is empty today except I have an hourlong session of strumming and uke playing tonight. Last time there were 8 or 10 of us playing St. Patrick’s Day songs on Zoom. I enjoyed the evening. I expect I will again.

My house is clean, but, nevertheless, I always see clumps of cat hair lying on the floor or swirling in the air when I walk, especially upstairs. Gwen doesn’t come downstairs, but she is quite active upstairs. I can hear her walking and jumping, and I do find balls of hair on the stairs, in my room and in the bathroom.

When I was a kid, we always had a dog, mostly Duke, our boxer. When I was in high school, we got a cat. Duke loved the cat. My Father didn’t. He told us the cat had to go before he came home on Friday. Back then he was only home on weekends because he was working in Presque Isle, Maine, our next destination. Well, that cat loved my father from their first meeting, and the cat was going nowhere. He was home. Gideon used to ride in the car with my dad and would lie behind him on the seat top. Once, Gid gently bit my father in the nose while my father was driving. It was pretty funny, even my father thought so.

I have to fill the bird and suet feeders. Skip was here yesterday and shoveled a path across the deck to them. That is my entire task list though I am toying with making my bed. The dreaded laundry is tomorrow.