I just came home from Whidbey Island where we played on the beach all day for three days. Felix ran around and in the water and on the sand and he was covered with sand and seaweed. Now he's too tired to eat. At least that's what I think is up with him. He's wiped, seriously wiped. Hw wouldn't even eat a bone, his favorite food.
We're back home in the mess and squalor of moving out. A week from tomorrow. Then I start unpacking. Which is another small mountain to climb.
I'm making granola. I had oatmeal, coconut, vanilla, coconut oil, maple syrup, almonds and pumpkin seeds. And a bit of salt.