I had a hard time getting up. I kept thinking that last Sunday, we -- Mona and I -- had a good day together. I spent Easter home alone with the pets. We had breakfast, played outside a bit and then watched Buffy videos all afternoon. It was grand.
Today, I'm moving like a slug. I scooped one litter box and did two loads of laundry. That has to be a success b/c I don't think I'm capable of anything further.
Xander continues to be super bonded to me. I can't move without him underfoot. Poor baby.
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