I do love the leaping lambs, a lot. It never fails to make me laugh. The way they just can’t control it. It’s their nature. They get so excited that they just have to bounce around and whir their heads around and leap and jump.

I think humans oughta do that. When we get excited or happy we should start bouncing around. I guess some kids do it. I wonder if it is socially acceptable for adults? It should be.

A couple of days ago something rather sweet happened. It was around 2 am. I was lying in bed. Sort of half asleep. You know that state? When you’re half asleep, half awake. And you’re half dreaming half telling yourself stories. Anyway, I heard a little noise outside. I thought it was probably leaves in the wind. But I turned over and there it was. In the windowsill. A cat. I could see the silhouette. Its head moving around, looking inside my room. I didn’t dare to move, I was afraid I’d scare it away. Hoping that it would come inside. Unfortunately it jumped back outside in our yard. I quickly grabbed my glasses and got up. But I couldn’t spot it. Gone. Darn. So now I am left with the big question… was it Moomincat?

Oh how I wish. I haven’t seen him for so long. Not since April I think. I would love it so much if he came back. The little wonder. It was too dark to tell though. It could have been any cat. It could have been one of the jedi kitties (if you know those then you are old-skool). It could have been Big Tiger. It could have been some random cat. So I shouldn’t get my hopes up. But I would really love it if Moomin came back. That would do wonders for my mental health.

I did speculate that he was a winter cat. So it would be fitting if he came back now. Because it is winter. How do I know it is winter? Because my mother is cooking up a giant pot of soup today. Her world famous, wonderful soup. I shall be eating soup for days. My favourite food in the world. “bounce” “bounce”

How are things going with the new med dosage, you ask? Well, it’s a relief to not have to swallow those big things. So much easier to open them up and gobble down the contents. I wish I could say that I’m feeling all great and wonderful, but not really. I’m still up and down. Some sadness and intermittent self-loathing. But give it time, give it time. I try to enjoy the good things. Like soup and kitties. And Magnethe’s belly. I was sitting next to the water bucket and she went for a drink. So I leaned forward and rested my head on her belly. That is quite possible the softest, warmest pillow I have ever had. I could fall asleep like a baby on that, if she’d stand still. Yes, she’s big and soft again. After the birth. Crazy Chicken Guy even asked if she was pregnant again, the other day. Hehe. No. She’s just a goat, she likes to eat.

There’s a new building at the playground.

They have extended the chicken coop with a cage thing there.

So now the chickens can go outside any time they want. Handy. That’s one of the nice things about the playground. They are always building stuff, repairing stuff, painting stuff. And they do it on their own. You’ll often see Per and Kurt walking around with hammers or saws. And the kids get involved too. It’s handyman’s dream.

Nina was impressed too. I was wondering if she’d get any ideas about chasing chickens. Then I realized that she has lived at the playground for years, there are always chickens and ducks and geese walking around outside. She doesn’t chase them. So no worries.

She did chase me though. When I was finishing up on Saturday. It started raining. So as I walked back to the main building she came darting out of the blue and walked up to the door, wanting to go inside. So I brought her in and sat down and cuddled with her for a while. Cats are excellent for your mental health. I sat down on the couch with her. And she sort of climbed up on my shoulders and started walking around up there. Like a cat back-rub almost.

Yup. That’s all for today. Another week awaits. In the meantime, here is a sunset.

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