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I'm home. Perrine is home. She was very quiet during the drive; apparently being up high so she can see out the windows makes a big difference. After so much time away, she had to visit every floor of the house for a thorough sniffing, but after that she started following me around. A few times she has gone upstairs and cried, but it hasn't sounded like her "in heat" wails; it's sounded more like the "I'm stuck / I'm lost / Where are you?" cry of most cats.

I think maybe she misses the other cats and the poodle at anniemal's house, even though she seemed to spend an awful lot of time there avoiding them. (It's also possible that t's anniemal and syntonic_comma that she's missing.) Over there she was showing signs of being frustrated by not having anything to hunt (I am so glad she's a hunter), because they don't have a mouse problem and apparently Perrine hasn't decided spiders are suitable prey; back at home she misses the other animals. *sigh*

But hey, she's paying a lot more attention to me now than she did over the past week or so. She nagged me to go to bed so she could curl up next to me last night. While in Arlington she acted as though she were still annoyed at me for putting her in the car to take her there, and ran away from me when she saw me dressed to go out; at home, she forgave me for the car ride very quickly.

I've got a lot of things to catch up on that have been neglected for the past week, and a lot of other people's LiveJournal entries are going to go un-commented-on, but I'm pacing myself. It's a chilly, grey, rainy day -- almost Octoberish -- that seems to invite a slow, measured approach to the day, with chunks of time set aside for reading (on the web or in books) in between taking care of some of the items on my to-do list.

I got a very thin envelope from one of my credit unions in today's mail. That made me nervous -- envelopes that thin contain notices smaller than monthly statements or announcements of new services, and that usually means a notice of a bounced check (which I was pretty sure I could not have done lately, but with my finances the way they are ...). It turned out to be a correction because at my last trip to an ATM I punched in the wrong number when making a deposit. Whoops, but a small whoops. Now to go check my money spreadsheet to see which number I entered there. If I'm lucky, it'll mean I've got more money in that account than I thought I did. Not that that's all that likely.

Yes, a slow-paced day. It's good to have days when the very weather tells me to slow down, so that I don't push too hard on a day when I feel well enough to do things, and thus make myself unable to do anything the next day.