The cats are in fine fettle at Cats' Paradise -- I called up to check. Watson socializes; Isobel maintains a strategic distance. No, I did not drive out there; it's way out on the fringe of Almonte and the price of fuel in my neighbourhood has reached $1.78 per litre. Besides, my guts do not feel ready for an hour and a half in the car (45 minutes each way) in mostly high-speed traffic.

The worst of the virus has passed, but I'm not well yet. I can eat only small amounts of a few foods, and I tire quickly. But I have regained 1.5 kg of the 2.75 kg that fell off me between Thursday and Sunday, so I'm probably just about rehydrated. Also, my knees have ceased to wobble. If I never drink apple juice again, I'll be good with that.

The sun is shining vigorously as if to make up for last week, and my so-called Christmas cactus is covered with buds. It will bloom in the middle of Holy Week.