Out With the Old...

Yes, it's January. The month of the year that people dedicate to hauling out the detritus of their lives. In the spirit of the season, I am finally getting to a bit of organizing, myself. One thing I'm starting today is taking down the Christmas decorations. I know it's shocking that I still have them up, but I'm normally much better about it. My pinnacle year was when I took them down and put them away on Christmas Day. But usually I have them all done in the first few days after Christmas.

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.