Poor Georgie (St. George, here) went under the knife a couple of days ago, to remove a growth from his jaw. He now has to wear his halo--the dreaded Elizabethan collar--for ten days. He is not happy about this. He keeps trying to scratch, but to no avail. He's also bumping into things, and catching the lip of the collar on the steps. Very disconcerting.
I know how he feels. I have these itches all the time that I want to scratch, but I can't reach them because they're hidden down there inside... the nagging worries, the anxieties, the things I have to do but haven't done. It all amounts to the kind of stress I was writing about just the other day.
Ellie has been painting. I hope she won't mind that I show you.