It's time.

Moving has been stressful in a few ways.
Roy has been a little nervous, but seems to be adapting.
He has his chair, he has the fire, he goes for walks, sleeps in the bed, gets his greenie treats after dinner.
So he's not too shaken by it all.
Oh, and his fenced yard is four times the size of his previous one.  Poor pup.

Miss Puss has been mad.  Just plain mad.  She has stayed out of sight pretty much since Friday, except for late in the evening, she ventured out in the living room, to perch on the couch and glare at Roy sleeping across the room.
Until last night.
Apparently, she decided to let him know that the queen was present.

She rolled and showed off right in front of him, keeping an eye on him all the time.
She's fine.

Sydney on the other hand, has been unwavering in her attention to anyone who might pet her and appreciate her finer qualities.

She walks right by Roy as if she has had a dog in the house forever.

"What's the big deal?"

S

My two feral kitties, Kizzy and Jinks, are not  feeling quite so warm and fuzzy about it all.

Kizzy ventures down, but if Roy moves or blinks, Kizzy is gone.

Jinks was not seen all weekend long, in fact, I put food  upstairs in the loft,  because she wouldn't come down.

Then this morning, while drinking my coffee on the couch, she appeared in the living room.  She jumped up on the chair opposite Roy, and gave him a look.  She jumped down, and disappeared into the kitchen.

She did this about 6 more times, until finally she settled and curled up there for quite awhile.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

She's going to be ok.  She just needs time.

This week is devoted to getting everything ready for a BIG Saturday garage sale at the old house.

When I had enough of it and  finished for the day, I took Roy to the Lock down the road for a walk.

 

It was a beautiful day.

Yesterday I started treatment with a new doctor.
I am getting OMT, or osteopathic manipulative treatments.

 
I have no idea what he did, but last night and today are the  BEST headache days I have had in 6 weeks.
He says he thinks he can help me with my headaches and neck pain.

 I am game for it.
I am so done with the medical community about my head, and don't ever want to see the inside of an OR again.

My dream of being able to STAY HOME and weave and just be retired is getting closer.
Soon.
Soon.

 Soon, I won't have to get in the car and drive anywhere if I don't want to.
I can weave and stay put.
Heart be still.

All in all, I am ready for it, the downsizing, the simpler life.
I guess it really did take a "brain reboot" to slow me down.

 Funny, though, how what you thought was so important 10, or 20 years ago, really isn't important at all anymore.
Funny, how life changes.
I think you have to know when to change with it.

There's a right time.
I think this is the right time for me.