Hopping down the bunny trail

These giant tracks appeared on our block this morning, each pawprint spaced about 10 feet apart. That's one big rabbit.

Our Easter Sunday has been spent clearing everything that wasn't screwed down -- plus several items that were -- from the bathroom, carrying some essentials downstairs to the guest suite, and organizing the space where we'll camp out for the duration. Here's China Rose enjoying one last drink from the old sink. We chose its replacement, a pedestal model, with her quaffing behavior in mind. Yes, we're insane. I'd like to imagine that she'll appreciate the effort we went to, but who am I kidding? She's a cat.

She and her sister Stella Luna are very much aware that something's up. Familiar stuff has disappeared, or moved to unaccustomed locations. The focus of activity is about to shift to another part of the house. In the cativerse, that's huge. So far Sophie seems unfazed. That's more than I can say for Jerry and myself, creatures of habit that we are.

Steve the contractor emailed to say he'd be here between 8 and 8:30 tomorrow morning. Whee.