three years in one place

It was three years ago today that I moved into Lisa's house - only two months after we met. The time has passed neither quickly nor slowly; it feels like I've been here forever. That's a good thing, I suppose. I feel like I'm home.

Lisa is celebrating our anniversary in bed, trying to recuperate from an attack of bronchitis that wiped her out. She's been out of it for three days.

Jack is healing from a botfly larva that evidently grew under the skin of his shoulder. The escape hole appeared suddenly one day, made apparent by weeping fluids that stuck Jack's hair together. since then I've been keeping the wound as clean as I can (he is a cat, after all) and treating it with Bag Balm a couple of times each day.