I guess I’m moving forward. Helen has booked the people who can get me out of here for a soon-day, and ensured that we can visit our target care home on the same day. I have got a fistful of questions for them – such as, how do they feel about Weston’s Vintage Cider? – and have started choosing a select bookshelf. Most of it goes back to Oberlin.  I have already chosen pictures. It would be – will be – beyond painful to leave my cat, but old age isn’t meant to be fun, and care homes can’t be expected to do cats.

 

I am in touch with my sister, who approves of moving.

 

The current carer tells me, now that it’s a crisis, that we need more plastic bags for disposing of cat litter. That wouldn’t have happened if I had been able to move around the kitchen. I’ll order some tonight.

 

I’ve done vary little knitting in the last 24 hours, but at a bit, at least, and hope for more this evening. I haven’t even wound the next skein yet.

 

Helen and I got a bit further forward with finance this morning. She agrees, at least, that I need a new computer.

 

Wordle: I did well today – a three, shared by Mark and Theo. My starters gave me four browns, two vowels, two consonants. I am not keen on anagrams, but I struggled mightily until at last I thought of a qualifying word. And it was right, which I didn’t expect. Four for Ketki and Thomas. Five for Roger, Alexander and Rachel.