Not Goals

I had started a sort of "goals for 2025" post, but

1. I'm trying not to overload myself, which I will absolutely do if I spend a few days coming up with a list of goals, and
2. I needed more time to think about everything.

But then I saw a post on Mastodon where a person was talking about making a bingo card of things that would be great to accomplish next year, so I think I'm going to do that and post it tomorrow.

But for today, I'll just note that I am back home, the feral cats are fine (I mean, I think they're fine. I've only seen one of them, but I'm sure the other is around somewhere...), and I'm excited to pick up my dog from the pet hotel tomorrow morning.

The cookies survived the Grapevine (because they were in the trunk), but then I stopped at a rest stop and moved them to the front seat and there are only a few left and I feel a little ill. But they tasted really great!

This house is not at a constant 100 decibels, but I'll miss everyone.

I shall sleep well tonight and expect no dreams of floating on a raft in the bayou.

Year of Cats

I was thinking earlier that I hadn't dealt with any ringworm cats this year, and then I was going through my pictures and found this one of Bluebell from February. She was so sweet (actually sweet, not like that cat I transported) and handled lime sulfur dips and staying in a bathtub quarantine without any complaint. I hope she's doing well in her adoptive home.