Oh, askye, that's awful. How frustrating for your family, for your cousin to be truly improving and then end up back int he hospital with something both serious and 100% preventable if the people who'd been caring for him had done their jobs.

The wailing, sobbing dog from yesterday has either gone away with its humans or is being kept inside and given the cosseting it deserves. Poor baby; it was hours upon hours of heartbroken despair.

My cousin is fully aware of what is going on too. So he is in pain and being mistreated and it's horrid and it makes me worry about the other people who are there.

Poor doggo. I hope they are taking better care of him.

I think I've figured out what is going on with Scrappy the Cat and his scabs/"scrapes" on his face/chin, we just have to get him back to the vet. I think he has miliary Dermatitis ...so he might have a flea allergy.

One of my coworkers has been really sick with Covid for the past week. She's vaccinated, but she caught it from her elementary-age kids, who caught it at school. She sounds totally miserable.

Oh, askye, my heart goes out to your cousin and everyone who lives him. That is terrible.

{{lisah and Bob}} It is so tragic. The past year has been particularly horrible for people with mental health issues.

As I look at all the adorable pictures of kids on their first day of school I both worry with the knowledge that this is going to get worse, and am relieved that mine aren't in school. And whoa are the school districts not all the same. Full range of virus cesspools to well-thought-out mandates and policies.

How awful for your cousin. I hope that something can be done to improve his care.

DH is headed back to Florida today when he gets up. He couldn't sleep all night thinking about this, that, and the other thing that needed to be done. The man just doesn't have a relaxed mode. That said, I am looking forward to clearing the debris field that surrounds him. Stuff everywhere that isn't where it should be!

Cool to watch the Robert E Lee monument go away, although I have fond memories of the beauty of Monument Avenue in Richmond when I lived there. Different times for sure, and a good thing. Still, it was sad to see all the graffiti on the monuments, which used to be quite grand. So mixed feelings, but weighted towards it is the only way.

Turkey post since I am here alone this morning. Tale of a very good boy. When we took the trip to Niagara Falls my sister watched the pets. She couldn't convince Skinner to go out after dinner so she left for a while then came back. While she was gone apparently he just couldn't hold it and he pooped in the LITTER BOX. He is a very large doggy so it clearly wasn't the cats. So we have declared him a very good dog.

Impressive!! Good boy.

So we have declared him a very good dog.

What a good boy! So thoughtful.

Dag, it's a mad scramble from the second I get up until I get Matilda out the door: make coffee, turn down bed and throw on back pillow so JZ can work there, get Matilda up, get her nose pill, second wake up with retainers in box and Claritin, make her lunch (today: turkey sandwich on baguette with cheddar and romaine lettuce, and Hawaiian chips, extra Glad bag of Cheezy Poofs for her friend Chloe), get her to-go breakfast together (English muffin with cream cheese, can of coffee from the fridge), gentle hectoring throughout while monitoring the bus arrival online, shooing her out the door. That's all in about 40 minutes. Then brief exhale and make the daily bolus for JZ and me (half mug of oat bran).

Then I put on my running gear, run the steps, buy second coffee (for myself and JZ). I shower and she generally takes her Second Coffee up to the UCSF library to work there for the day.

And that's my routine from 7am to 10:30. Aren't you glad you asked?

I’m at the Seattle airport waving at nearby Buffistas. My way stop on my way to the parents in Orange Co. I’ve acquired coffee which is the only important thing.