Plus, it's usually not too hot, always a bonus.

It's always 62.

::checks::

Actually it's 71 at the moment. Summery.

so jealous...although it's *only* 94 today.

How long a drive to Las Vegas, though, hmm? And the Grand Canyon?

Dammit, could someone shrink the West Coast, please? Because if these were all, like, weekend-trip distance from each other, this would be easier. But no! 10+ hours between San Francisco and Portland.

so jealous...although it's *only* 94 today.

I think it got close to that in Boston today erika, and we have humidity, and our air conditioner wasn't ready to go.

I'm sorry. Why am I trying to beat your heat misery?

that does suck...94 here is really quite good at this time of year, the suck really is that this is the beginning of a long stretch that is like the photo-negative of the Northeast's winter, except the roads are always clear. Our 94 is better than yours, though, I bet.

I promise, Beverly, et als, that I am going to the doctor tomorrow. Not right now, because I do not think that it is emergancy room worthy (although it was when it first happened!)

I don't think I can take him back, although I miss him terribly. I mean, what if he did it again? It was scary! Except for the time I cut off 1/2 of the tip of my index finger (I also did not see the doctor and now have minimal feeling in that fingertip), this is really the worst I have been hurt in 32 years.

But no! 10+ hours between San Francisco and Portland.

3 hours from Portland to Seattle. IJS.

OMG so sore and sneezy. But, at least the house looks like it's unpacked and habitable again. The sitting room carpet doesn't scare me anymore. AND, Tom was the MAN in the garden. It's so beautiful out there!

Watched Dr. Who, took a shower, now to bed.

{{{Sophia & Kitty}}} I really think that if you won't be comfortable around him, the best you can do is let him go. Whether he goes to rehab or is put down, it's an incredibly hard choice, and all you can do is keep in mind that it's the best you can do for him, and you've given him real love in the time you've known him.

Years ago, I had a dog who seemed fine with the folks at the rescue, and seemed fine at first at home, but as he got more comfortable with us, instead of settling in, he went from big and untrained, to trying very seriously to eat the cat, to trying so hard to eat the cat that he bit both humans with serious intent on the way to breaking straight through the door the cat was now living on the other side of. Right up to the end, there were times (when the cat wasn't in sight, natch) when he was the sweet, cuddly guy we first met, but when it reached the point when we were afraid to be around him, when we knew we'd just be waiting for the next bite attempt, that we had to let him go. Some critters just can't live with people; and what's even harder to live with, some can't fit in specific homes. And if that's the case with your kitty, just know that he's been better off with you for time you've known him than he would've been not knowing you.