Minder

Although I’m not sure if he’s mine or I’m his.

Domestics today. And a bit of reading. And Henry jumped on my lap and stayed twice, once in the morning and once in the afternoon, which is unheard of. "He’s not a lap cat" we’ve always said, but something has changed.

The forecast rain didn’t materialise today. But it was much cooler.

Operation Haystack kicked off in earnest today. 

Poem

"Wandering between two worlds, one dead, 
The other powerless to be born, 
With nowhere yet to rest my head, 
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. 
Their faith, my tears, the world deride— 
I come to shed them at their side.

Verse 15 of "Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse" by Matthew Arnold.