Our Day, Today

After Grandma left, while we were resting on the stairs, someone rang the backdoor bell. At the time I did not know that's what it was, but Papa quickly told me. What excitement! A lady was at the door. I think I remember her from when we last were here. She works in the house, pushing a machine around that makes a lot of noise, making floors wet (on purpose, and it seems to be good, as opposed to when Dizzy has an accident), pushing things around on kitchen surfaces, and doing things in other rooms we are not permitted to see. Grandpa restricted us to his room while she worked in the kitchen, and then we were shut in the kitchen with him (he ate lunch) while she was in other rooms.

Here's another photo of Dizzy enjoying the sunshine this morning.



We had a tame afternoon after all that excitement. The few times we went outside it was still cold, so I'm glad we didn't have to go far.

Dizzy stole my bed at the top of the stairs, so I stole her bed in the kitchen. It is very comfortable. I napped.

More perhaps before I go to bed. Grandpa has put away his camera. I'll try not to do anything that will tempt him to get it out again.