Full

There's a full moon and a soft breeze tonight, and I'd go for a walk but I'd probably cough up a lung after five minutes outside. It's nowhere near as cold as it was earlier in the month, but it's still too cold for me with my cold of the viral sort.

The feral cats are probably wondering why I don't hang around after filling their bowls anymore. Instead, I go back indoors and watch them through the window as they eat, and they keep looking at me, apparently wanting the closer attention I usually give them. They'll just have to wait. My sinuses feel as full as the moon.