Other than that, BJG is now in a better mood and stepped out to walk the dogs a thrid time today. I went for one walk and will walk them tonight.

Nothing new and I have very little news from anyone except a 75 years old friend and my wonderful younger sister inlaw. My parents have last communicated or called or emailed me about 4 days ago.

They are still in Spain.

The energy however is getting more and more vibrant and regenerated.

I am deep in rituals and ceremonies and prayers and thinking about honouring Laurel's life and memory. And whomever wrapped him up in her hoodie and took him off the street. It was such an amazingly selfless loving gesture from a stranger to our cat.

Maybe she knew him?