YAY, Michelle.

I must have missed that "cat" book; I thought I had read them all. I am certainly wondering about the blood on the glaze and shall see what effect a little iron oxide might have.

Too cold to pot upstairs but fortunately I phoned the daughter of my friend with Parkinsons and we talked for 2 hours, the first time I have managed to reach her since before Christmas. Her mom has had TIAs and dad is not doing well and is in denial; her cat is sick; her dog is sick; her live in the building bro is in denial; her son has no job and has a toxic girl friend; the other bro is sympatico but not nearby; and she has to walk both her dog and the parents dog, separately. And all I have the energy to do is listen! I think that was helpful. Sure is hard to have people who were the strong supportive ones getting to the end point.

Then R came in, "feed me, I'm getting stupid." So I fed him and his brain is stressed. I hope the food kicks in and fixes the brain. He may be going to the mill but with a worker.

And there is nothing on TV but bloomin' Sochi. Maybe I can find something on line to ease my brain. Even the 5pm news - and chocolate. Hot water would not help. (Maybe tomorrow.)