Yep. Missing a friend right now. Sigh. Miss talking regularly and hugs. I miss talking with my patients and hugs! I missed hugs all through covid! It has sucked!

Virtual hugs to you all.

Maybe I will go lie face down in the yard and hug the grass. The stupid deer won’t let me hug them. I did touch a bird yesterday. I had a fledgling in my yard, a pine siskin. It had taken a bath in the birdbath and was all fluffed and asleep with it’s head tucked under it’s wing, on the edge of the birdbath. If I still had a cat, it would have been eaten. Boa Cat is buried in the back yard, sigh. Anyhow, the fledgling woke up and paniced and started moving around the yard. It went out into the neighbor’s driveway. I went around and dropped a piece of cloth over it and gently picked it up in the cloth and put it back in my fenced yard. Later it was stupid again. This time I just came and tried to shoo it back to the yard. Marginally safer as far as cats go, but at least it won’t get run over by a car. It wouldn’t shoo until I touched it gently. Then it hopped a little. It got back in the yard eventually. Hopefully it will figure flying out pretty quickly or else I won’t see it again.

Friends are still friends even when they part. I miss friends that I’ve lost, awfully. Wrote a poem called missing yesterday. I don’t feel quite like publishing it yet. Too raw.

Hugs.