The people who set up the Seattle experiment probably never visualized women in their 70s comparing notes on how tough it was to not have kindergarten. Dylsexia slowed my reading (and now I know there was undiagnosed ADHD) but not my comprehension. Simple math is ok, algebra is a muddle and it took a couple of tries (dropped classes) before I finally made it through a class for undergraduate graduation. In high school I loved geometry because I could see it and there were a lot of terms that were in my vocabulary.

The wind has died down but sub-freezing temperatures arrived overnight. Not enough to worry about plants, it's at 31 this morning for a few hours.

The cat sitting gig starts today with a new part of it—watching to see if a box at the curb is picked up by animal control. My friend picked up a dead kitty on the street, sent the city a note about it, and told me that if it wasn't picked up I should contact them again. Years ago a cat was killed in the street in front of our little cul-de-sac and the neighbor at the corner picked it up by the tail and dropped it into a box of trash at the curb. When the owners of the cat came looking for it the box had already been picked up. They were heartbroken that it couldn't be buried, that it went to the dump. I thought my neighbor was being a bit hasty in her disposal plan but didn't say anything. One of those "I should have" moments I still think of.