Oh! That made me tear up a little.

My sister's cat went poop in her bed quite often.

Plague du Jour: A swarm of black ants in the kitchen.

I'm going to Home Depot and try to buy some plutonium.

Oh dear, Nora. I wonder if he and Bella have been trading notes somehow.

Pear and chocolate, wow. I have not had gelato once this summer. I may need correct that oversight. Today.

omnis, that photo is great.

Cool, gray morning here. Our cool being 72 degrees and 94% humidity. Got lots to do today...

Good lord, Ginger. Did someone curse your house? Maybe an exorcism would be the way to go.

I will not engage ignorant people in a discussion of Chelsea Manning getting her hormone drugs in jail. I will not engage ignorant people in a discussion of Chelsea Manning getting her hormone drugs in jail.

In what I vow will be my last whinge for a long time...update.

I scarcely slept, partly out of stress over the sick cat and partly because I apparently ate some sort of poison (hyperbole) last night an have been throwing up fairly consistently since midnight.

I finally got a hold of the cat's person saying what I said here. Pressing him for a solution.

He was vague.

He didn't explain why I was saddled with the second weekend without notice. But he did say something quite illuminating.

Turns out. It's a known behavior.

Apparently, the cat 'gets upset' and leaves a sea of shit for anyone who takes care of him.

Neither the owner, nor the former friend who knows this, felt it useful to mention this to me.

The one good thing to come of all this is that I am well, truly and God-is-my-witness DONE with taking care of other people's pets.

I love 'em all, but it is just not worth it to me to navigate the petty shallows of the minds of people who can't seem to tell the truth to save themselves...or their pets...and who are more than willing to take advantage of my willingness to help.

Seriously.

Done.

Granted, I'm still sick, from whatever it was, but maybe that is what it finally takes for me to catch a clue.

I. just. can't.

Neither the owner, nor the former friend who knows this, felt it useful to mention this to me.

That is a pile of bullshit, if I ever heard any.

Neither the owner, nor the former friend who knows this, felt it useful to mention this to me.

That is completely unacceptable.

Right?!

In actual fact, is was ELEVEN piles of shit, spread out over a room and a hallway. This morning? 8 more.

I feel for the kitty. I do. It must feel terrible.

I'm also totally boggled that, knowing this behavior is expected, they didn't leave me any equipment to deal with the biohazard. Nothing.

I ran into a walker friend of mine who, upon hearing this, regaled me with the story of a client of hers who did the same thing and had no paper towels or tp available. The walker left a note, "Hey. I used your dishtowels and napkins. You might want to throw those away."

Maybe it is my sleepless, barfy, persecuted frame of mine (oh, and my toilet isn't working either...seriously, a shitty day), but that story cracks me up every time I think of it.

Wow, Bonny. I do think from the stories you've shared lately that it's well past time you start saying no more often. I'm so sorry that so many seem to want to take advantage of your sincere compassion and generosity.

I started my day with my first 5K (training or race) in more than a month. My training group all dressed for the theme--as did almost everyone who attended--which was Awesome 80s! It was truly bodacious. Radical. Totally.

I posted a couple of pics on FB and have two up on Flickr if anyone wants to see. My two besties and I wore Rainbow Bright costumes (rainbow arm and leg warmers, tutus, headbands), and we ended the day posing in front of a DeLorean.

I was worried about how my knee would hold up, but it did pretty well. My time was good, and now I've taken Advil and am icing it. I feel good about starting up again.