Here’s what happening around me:

Hearing: The a/c running. The fridge making settling noises.

Feeling: Corey purring as he lies with his full weight against my left wrist. (He thinks I have difficulty blogging without him lying on me in some way, preferably over at least one wrist and a paw or his chin on my boobs. He is not ergonomically correct.)

Smelling: Not mildew. Rudi had the day off today and he put the braided rug back down in the living room for the first time since the flood.

Seeing: Hope Never Dies, lying spread-eagle in front of me where I put it down after reading the first few chapters earlier.

Tasting: Toothpaste is the predominant taste, but there’s still a hint of the garlic from the delicious tagine Rudi made earlier.