I went for a walk today because I have been inside far too long. The fact that it’s not raining any longer is most of the reason I decided to go out today. I have stuff to do at home which can be done later. I did some of it. I cannot get the cats out of the bed so I’m going to have to try later. They don’t like changes, especially mister. I can just about see their eyes starring back at me. I was trying to stop them getting under they found a way when they saw me open it to put duvet covers in the drawer. The shits have started on bits of the wall again. I only repaired the previous damage last year. I’m training mister not to pee around the house. He gets told no loudly and his bum gets pushed down onto the floor. It’s working a little/ he decides do pee on the sofa lay night because he wanted to go outside while I was eating my dinner. I can’t watch the cats 24/7. He does it when he thinks I’m busy and that means I’m ignoring what he wants me to do. He is like a child who always wants something when I am sat down doing work or eating. The other cat does that also but not to that degree. That cat doesn’t pee in protest. Has anyone noticed that mental health can go from one extreme to another? I was anxious until today. I hadn’t slept well in weeks. I slept like a nearly normal non insomniac person last night. I can answer my door buzzer without being afraid and not shying away from people.