My garden will have to get along without me for a while longer, ’til I kick this discomfort.  The rabbits are pruning it and the cicadas are mulching it, without my help.

Misu seems to be feeling under the weather, too.  She’ll be happy to see “her boy” tomorrow, as will I.  Here she is relaxing on her windowsill.  It doesn’t get much more chill than this.