…diagnosis, minor UTI infection, possibly surfaced due to stress and long trip confined, but now under treatment and much happier kitty. The other was willing to cross the room and sniff my hand this morning, still not inviting touch, but trying to assess who I am. This is progress.

We are still sleeping at 8pm until 6:30 Am, just worn out. We watch telly and just crash. But so far all is well: the boxes shipped made it here: the whole house is awash in packing tissue—and we are still sorting.