(Picture by Algo)
Woke up on my 30th birthday to an entirely yellow world - like an oversaturated filmstrip. That sort of thing feels promising and auspicious.
Ended the day in the worst kind of funk. We had to put one of our cats to sleep. Eleanor, the shyest, softest, purrs-like-an-engine cat with lynx-ish tufted ears, was so ill and nothing could be done for the sweet babe. We're a sad household tonight. Give your critters an extra scritch behind the ears tonight for Ellie.