Every day, the diabetes continues to throw curveballs into our lives. For Mike to do anything now that requires even a bit of effort is a total surprise. It falls on me now to do everything around the house, including any repairs on the place. Yesterday, the main rafter of the garage started to come down. I almost got hit in the head by the darn thing. When I asked Mike if he could help me refasten it to the beam, I was told he doesn’t think he can keep his balance on the ladder anymore. I think it came down because it was near the impact point where the limb crashed through the garage during the last windstorm. We tried to shore up underneath the hole, but the rain has gotten in and weakened the beam. I will need to put it up tomorrow as it is almost to the point of totally collapsing.

The cats are instrumental in helping me relieve stress, and at night when I get off of work, they crowd on top of me the minute I sit on the couch. Everest sits on the armrest, Sierra wraps around my neck and purrs comforting sounds into my ears. Charlie perches on my knee, and Cole wraps his beautiful blackness around my leg.

Just having them near me lowers my blood pressure and I become so much calmer and at peace.

The kittens are being let out into general populaton during the day and they are growing like weeds. I haven’t named them yet- the author names didn’t really fit them, so I have resorted to just calling them Bk1-5. Mike wants to call the girl “Shots” because the minute you open the bedroom screen door, she shoots out of the room so fast. But I don’t want to call her shots. That’s a weird name for such a beautiful girl.