I could hardly get out of bed this morning, but the boy cats would not suffer my human depression and insisted.
After a few household tasks, I opened the front door to check on MK who didn’t come home last night, and I heard birds singing. On a cold winter morning, before sunrise, the birds were singing. I stood in the open door, letting a ton of cold air pour in, listening to those birds and my heart lightened.
Oh, and MK did finally come in and is curled up on Terry’s office chair.