Goldie isn’t a bug but an arthritic old tomcat. He goes outside to bask in the sun. I can understand that.
I worked on my photo project. Took a nice nap. Watered my garden boxes. Talked story with one of the residents. A busy old woman day. And, I am heartened to see the young people take to the streets to try to protect Mother Earth. Those kids are my much younger self. Time for us old farts to move out of the way.