Huggy has been operated on several times but today's situation was dire: he needed minor surgery on his stomach, neck and ear but when we got in, we discovered that he needed a "stuffingectomy". He seems to be holding his own, but we are quiet in the living room, to give him some peace and allow him to recover (genius mom move).
These are the moments we all miss...I have decreed no room cleaning, no laundry, no chores. This is a day for sledding, fort making, a bit of knitting, and anything that touches that part of us that doesn't see the light of day. I may paint little stars on my toenails, or read some Walt Whitman. It does seem like a day made for poetry.