[written 18-1] Binx and I have had quiet evenings. With a bottle of wine or a nip of scotch, we sit and talk about all sorts of things, or we look at photographs, or we watch dressage performances. She has entered my boring life and not been overtly bored, which is great, because my entertaining skills have waned greatly over the years. Mom the cat has adopted her and they cuddle together in the guest room at night. To my surprise, I have done much of the cooking, but tonight, the last night, she is making risotto. Can't wait!