I thought I was imagine it.
Everything happening at once. Phones, doorbells, plumbers, crises. Everything conspiring against me as I tried to clear the to do list and get ready for Iona.
Surely it’s me, just having a day of stressy not-coping, imagining it is all worse than it is.
But I know now that is not so.
Molly just fell into the toilet bowl.
Poor, soggy, wet stressed cat.