Hunger Strike

The plants seemed to really like the rain. They just seemed happier today.

The keeper spent the morning taking her dear friend W to a procedure at VM. She was thrilled to be able to spend three hours in the waiting room just reading and it was heaven. She finished yesterday's NYT and The Plague of Doves by Louise Erdrich. She said it was a challenging read because she had a hard time keeping all the characters straight because it took her three weeks to read. It ended well, though. Now she says that she can't wait to start, Brother, I am Dying. She certainly loves reading books written from other cultural contexts.

She came home after dropping W off and cleaned the house. She vacuumed and mopped and installed hooks for things in the mudroom. Busy bee, she is.

We went on catfood hunger strike. We are tired of eating Wellness Turkey or Chicken. Too bland. She brought us some other mixed grill things and we liked them. But it is back to the old same old same old. So we refused to eat last night's food and finally nibbled at it this morning. She didn't give us any extra for breakfast, and so, we tried to not eat all day, but she wouldn't share her grilled chicken until we ate what was on our plates.

We did. And we got the best grilled chicken with the balsamic vinagrette and mustard. We are grateful. And we ate our Wellness chicken. Hopefully, tomorrow it will be sunny.