Still sorting through clothes. A laundry crisis is brewing as well. Children watching way too much TV. Whenever my husband is not at work, this seems to happen. They make the smallest complaint and *ping!* on come the TV. It gets to the point where I can feel, in my brain, something being affected by all these cartoons. It's like something's being crushed deep inside there.

The gray cat is just fine. This morning he scampered over to the food dish as though it had always been this way. The black cat no longer looks quite so lonely, or as Glamor Girl and Mr. Crazy would say, "alonely."