Well, if it's not one thing, it's a million. Otis passed away yesterday. We're still having a tough time with it, but he was in so much pain, I feel it was for the best. Patches, our cat, has fleas. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's bug infestations. This brings back memories of the lice scare when my sister had them in high school. Ugh. I got flea spray for the bedroom (where Patches normally sleeps with us), which promptly made Jason sick, almost puking this morning. So I'm rewashing the linens and running the fan in there all day. Patches got a dose of Frontline, which I hope works.

I was hoping to walk to the library today where they're holding 2 books for me, but as it's supposed to hit 90-95, I don't think I'm going to. We're down to one car, although Jason is in the process of buying a Jeep Cherokee.

I've finished one baby washcloth for my cousin, and have started the decreases for the second. I'll probably cast on for the booties later this afternoon while watching my soaps.

We've had a terribly sad year so far. It can only get better, right?