
Cat Nap Memories

I came across this picture the other day, and it brought back wonderful memories from my time teaching in Alabama. Back then, I’d be so tired when I got home that I’d lay down for a nap. It had been a stressful and exhausting job. The cat I had before Isabella, Victoria, was always my cuddle companion for these naps. When I would lay down, she’d lay down with the upper half of her body on my chest, and we would take a nap together.
There are two main differences from the picture above: Victoria was a gray tabby and I’d have been wearing a shirt because Victoria hated naked skin. I don’t know what her issue with naked skin was, but she would not cuddle if I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Otherwise, this picture is the exact way we’d have our after work routine.
Victoria would sit in an upstairs window watching for me to get home. She’d meet me at the top of the stairs where she could see through the window above the front door. She would either rush down the stairs as soon as I got inside or meow and beckon me upstairs. If I did not lay down for a nap fairly soon, she’d get very agitated. Like Isabella, she had her routines, and you’d better follow that routine.
I loved Victoria so much. I love Isabella just as much, but Isabella and I have a different relationship than I had with Victoria. Victoria was a cuddle buddy. Isabella usually just wants to be in the same room I’m in. Isabella will lay on my hip and on occasion stretch out from my abdomen to my chest facing towards me so I can pet her.
Slow Going

Slowly but surely, I seemed to be improving. I still have a cough, headache, some congestion, a sore throat, and fatigue, but I don’t feel as awful as I have the last few days. Luckily, I have not had a fever throughout this whole illness. The congestion and the headache don’t seem as bad, and I was able to sleep through the night last night without waking up too much. When I did wake up, I was able to fall back to sleep more easily than the night before. i told my boss yesterday that I would not be back for the rest of the week. If I continue to improve, I should be able to return to work on Monday. Until then, I’m going to continue to get rest.
Thankfully, I’ve had my faithful companion with me throughout. Isabella has not been bothering me except first thing in the morning to get fed and at night when she thinks I should go to bed. Several times a day, she comes and checks on me, but then returns to her blankets to sleep her day away.

It Wasn’t Just a Cold

Monday morning, I thought I just had a simple cold. When I’d taken a Covid test on Sunday, it had been negative. However, the longer I sat in my office on Monday, the worse I felt. The last time I’d felt this way, I’d had Covid, so when I got home, I took another test. It came back positive, though the control line was barely visible, so I took it again. It was very clear that it was positive. Therefore, I’m quarantined at home with Covid. I barely slept last night, but I’m not feeling quite as bad as I was. However, I’m still congested and I no longer have a sense of smell, which is an odd sensation considering I normally have an acute sense of smell. I can still taste things, but it’s like the flavors are muted. I saw the online doctor that is provided by my insurance hoping to get a prescription for Paxlovid, only I found out that Paxlovid interacts with Qulipta, my migraine medicine. So, I’m treating the cough and congestion with other medications, but I can’t take Paxlovid because the two medicines together cause liver damage, and I already have issues with my liver (not from alcohol consumption, by the way, because I rarely drink alcohol). Hopefully, I’ll continue to improve, and right now I’m going back to bed in hopes of getting more sleep.
October

October
By Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
To-morrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow,
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know;
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away;
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.
About the Poem
Robert Frost’s poem “October” expresses a plea to nature to slow down the passage of time, particularly during the autumn season. The speaker reflects on the beauty of October, a month often associated with transition and the impending arrival of winter. In the poem, the speaker urges nature to hold off winter’s arrival for as long as possible, savoring the fleeting beauty of the fall.
“October” highlights the inevitability of change, with autumn being a metaphor for the cycle of life, decline, and death. The speaker wants to hold on to the present moment, delaying the cold and lifeless winter. Frost’s love for nature shines through, with the poem vividly describing the beauty of the season and expressing a desire to savor every moment of it. The speaker’s wish to prolong the season also reflects a deeper human desire to slow down the passage of time and, by extension, the progression of life toward its inevitable end.
Ultimately, “October” is a meditation on time, beauty, and the natural cycles of life, using autumn as a symbol of both transience and the longing to pause and appreciate the fleeting moments of beauty in the world.
About the Poet
Robert Frost (1874–1963) was an American poet known for his depictions of rural life and his use of everyday language to explore complex social and philosophical themes. He is widely regarded as one of the most significant American poets of the 20th century. Frost’s poetry often focuses on the landscapes of New England, where he lived for much of his life, and his works frequently touch on themes like nature, isolation, and human emotion.
Frost’s poetry is noted for its simplicity of language, which masks the depth of his themes. His work often revolves around rural life, but these settings serve as backdrops for exploring universal human experiences, such as decision-making, loneliness, and the passage of time. Some of his best-known poems include “The Road Not Taken,” “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” “Mending Wall,” and “Birches.” These poems often reflect on choices, boundaries, and humanity’s relationship with nature.
Frost was highly celebrated in his lifetime. He won four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry, more than any other poet, and received numerous other honors. He was also invited to recite his poetry at the inauguration of President John F. Kennedy in 1961. Though sometimes associated with traditional forms and settings, Frost’s poetry delves into darker, existential themes, including the struggles of the human condition, the uncertainty of life, and the nature of free will. His work often reveals a tension between the idyllic pastoral life and the complexities of human existence.
Frost’s ability to balance simple, relatable imagery with profound philosophical insights makes his poetry resonate with readers of all backgrounds, and his influence continues to be felt in American literature.
The Cold

I know I often say that I hate Mondays and just want to stay in bed, but it is even more true today. Sadly, I’m the only person at the museum today, and I have an important meeting this morning. However, I started getting a cold Saturday night. My throat was feeling raw, and while I know it’s likely post-nasal drip, it doesn’t mean I don’t feel awful.
I was supposed to go to the Stowe Foliage Arts Festival with a friend of mine yesterday, and I almost canceled going, but I’d started feeling better and decided to go. I should have gone with my first instinct, but decided to go because my friend and I were supposed to go out to eat at a new restaurant I wanted to try. Probably none of y’all have ever tried to drive through Stowe during peak foliage season, but traffic was bumper to bumper. Then, we arrived at the site of the festival only to find out that it had been canceled due to high winds Friday night that caused the main tent containing the festival to collapse. We were able to walk around a bit to see the foliage, but it was a big disappointment.

We went out to eat and by the time I got home, I was completely worn out. I went to bed early hoping to feel better today, but I don’t. So, I really wish I could just stay in bed today. It won’t happen. To add to this, it’s currently 41 degrees here, but the temperature will drop to nearly freezing when I’ll be heading home from work. Most of this week will have highs in the low 50s, but we will have lows below freezing most mornings this week. We might even get our first snow of the season.












