I’m running around like crazy in the same clothes I’ve worn and slept in for two days. Some dude downtown said I looked hot and I think I snorted out loud. Our house goes up for sale next weekend and my cat decided this would be an excellent opportunity to start pissing on the floor. I learned this, of course while leaving the doctor who’s inspecting Minty’s infected toe.   And I’m three days late on my period. And I’m very thankful for all the help my friends near and far have been pitching in. I’m still giggling at Mario’s true Hollywood Story. But hey, Otto’s three-times-a-day eardrops are almost done.  And poor Kevin’s house has been Curtised.