This year has been a little slower-paced, in part because of my Grandpa's stroke, in part because there was the tiniest chance Laura might have been able to come for a short visit and I wanted the decorations still up if she could make it (but alas, it was not to be), and in part because my mother, not content with giving my only a few gifts at Christmas, saw fit to pass on to me her flu.
Thank you , Mother. I will remember this on your upcoming birthday.
Does anyone know where I can buy some nice, fresh typhoid?
The other project I tackled today was changing out the litter in all the litter boxes. And as long as I was changing them, it was seriously time to give all the boxes a scrubbing out. Since this morning's temperature was already 27 degrees, it would have been a shame to waste such mild weather.
The cats were somewhat offended at the implications, especially when I used the toilet brush to do the scrubbing. But they approve of the clean, cushy litter.
I approve of the new and improved odor!
|Litter boxes by moonlight. My life is full of romance.|