Well, drat.

I was all psyched for this literacy tutor thing, and I couldn’t go to the info session with Ceri because I was unable to be out of bed for more than half an hour at a time. She thoughtfully brought back the information package for me. However, it turns out the training sessions are on the two nights per week when I’m teaching and when I’m at orchestra.

Double drat.

They repeat the training sessions in later months, but again, they’re on nights when I’m teaching. It seems that I am not meant to be a tutor at this time.

I am, however, to serve as a feline Florence Nightingale. A Florence Nightingale to felines, I mean. Now that the feral cat’s kittens that Scarlet discovered when we came home from Pennsylvania are starting to be weaned, someone needs to feed them three or four times a day, and Scarlet’s back at school full-time and working part-time. So to me will fall the early afternoon feedings, and an extra dinner-time feeding for the tiny black female who’s skin and bones. I’m rather partial to that one, so I’ll do my best to make sure she gets that extra meal and grows nice and plump with a shiny coat.

Still popping vitamin C, and drinking lots. I’ve given up on herbal teas; just can’t take them anymore. I’m on water today. And I’m craving chocolate sooo badly…