oh gods yes, COVID, the gift that no-one wants, and you can definitely thank your lucky stars it didn't keep on giving. It sucks at gifts. I mean, I'm actually grateful for the version I have, I could have scored the "unable to get out of bed" version with, e.g., mast cell activation or POTS, instead of the "mildly useless with diabetes" one. But I hope it wasn't a serious bout, landing you with it for Christmas is just rude.

I have spent the last day doing web searches on local animal shelters and cat-proof window screens, so evidence suggests another kitty is likely to happen fairly fast. Apparently it's integral to my mental health.