Dreamt of cats last night. No wonder. Today will be full of cat visits, and even a couple of dog walks.
But what was interesting in this dream was my little Isobelle -- so sensitive she won't even approach a bug let alone kill it -- was attacking two cats that had entered our house. She was in full-on protecting her territory mode. I'm sure there's some heavy psychoanalysis to be done here, and it probably has to do with my animalistic tendencies or sensitivities. But for now, I choose to say, 'Go Isobelle!'
Meanwhile, I feel like we're still recovering from the girls' departure. The last two nights we've had some heavy, long sleeps. And I'm slowly returning to the lovely fantasy that I'm too young to have 16-year-old daughters.