It is still very early. No sign of the cat. Billy is on my bed. Whiskey is on hubby's floor. I saw a photo of a prostitute in Warshaw around 1938 on Tumblr. She looked nice and I thought: what horrors have you endured, dear lady? It must have been horrific. Yet her apparent smile and sad demeanor were perfect. I cant imagine what her life must have been like in Poland in 1938. Horrendous no doubt. Amen for this brave lady now in heaven I assume.

There has been about 115 visits a day in the last week. Now it seems to have died down. No more sell though. :(

UPDATE

I made whipped cream with sugar and vanilla for hubby's take out coffee in the forest this morning. He likes it that way: coffee with whipped cream. He should have a nice walk. Coffee is made for me for now.