I spent yesterday cleaning the house, and today I ironed curtains. I am so tired. Puppy L isn't feeling well, all she does is shiver and want me to hold her. I think she has a fever, too. She won't eat, just a little baby food earlier.

E and A are moving tomorrow. A asked me to go over and help her mother watch the baby, but I begged off because I am not feeling that good. Also, she doesn't need me and her mother to watch one child. Also I am not interested in spending time with her mother, all the woman does is talk about her knees. I will be alone tomorrow, because Mr. G is going over to help them.

It's so humid and hot here today. I am glad my cottage has modern conveniences like air conditioning. Miss Pusscat loves the heat, and when I got home this afternoon, she was waiting at the door to go out on the porch. Mr. Cat M likes it, too, as does Puppy L. I went to the neurologist today, and she offered to give me some Zoloft, I guess I seemed a little stressed to her, lol. She suggested I "think about it" and come back in a month to give her my decision. The trouble is, she will want me to go off it when things go back to normal around here, and going off of it will be a beeatch.

I found out the meaning of the word 'steampunk' today. I never even knew there was a word for that. I love it! Now I have to try to figure out a way to use it. Even if I don't, it's still a fun word to know.

Mr. G is going to help E and A with their move on Sunday. I am not. I have enough trouble taking care of my own things, I can't manage to help them with theirs. Especially since I think they are making a huge mistake. I haven't come across a single person who thinks their decision makes any sense at all.