Pink blossoms and brain damaged squirrels

Our Christmas cacti didn't bloom at Christmas.  First time, I think, since we moved to this house.  For a couple of months early this fall the house was very, very moist, while we were having difficulty with the new humidifier, and we wondered if that was the problem.  However, for the past month or so we've had a suspicion that they both were in bud, and now we have two blossoms and more buds than we can count.

About a week ago, we noticed our squirrel hunched down on the ground, on one of the pathways David had cleared out to the feeder.  He wasn't moving for quite awhile.  I even went out and approached him, and he shifted a bit, but still didn't really move.  We were quite worried, and watched him off and on for awhile, but ultimately he disappeared, and we didn't see him for a few days. We wondered if the crows had got him.  However, today he was out and about at the feeder.  I least we think it was the same one.  David wondered if he had fallen from the tree and been a little stunned for a short time.  Of course, my brain wonders if we have a brain-damaged squirrel to deal with now.  And he looks quite chubby.  Either his fur is fluffed up in the cold, or maybe she's pregnant.

Out this morning to the Bulk Barn.  Our local one is closed for renovations, and we had to travel over to the one on McPhillips.  I had seen the map posted in the old one, and had discussed it with Judy, who lives in the area, so thought I knew where we were going.  Nope, they hid it from us in a mall kitty corner from the one we looked in at first. Took a lot of "where the hell do I go next" and other bad thoughts, but we found it.  While there we watched a rather frail looking woman, but maybe not as old as she looked, and her equally frail looking male companion trying to find, and bag up their purchases.  She seemed to be having particular difficulty opening the tops of the bins.  At one point she tried pulling up on the edge of the plastic bag inside the bins, all the while expressing her frustration fairly loudly.  I don't know why I found it so amusing, and I'm a little embarrassed that I did. 

Now home for the day, with my Starbucks coffee firmly in my hand.