Just a few days ago my rheumatologist examined my toes and pronounced the joints to be in good shape. The joint at base of the big left toe, in particular, has actually regained flexibilty and exhibited significantly less pain since starting the Remicade…. until today. While extracting Mayhem from a forbidden perch, he pulled a hard, heavy, pointy thing from the shelf. It landed pointy side down, of course, smack dab in the middle of…

A pair of cardinals has taken up residence in the shrubbery that surrounds my screen porch, much to the delight and frustration of the Trouble Twins. Both the cats and the birds make great sport of taunting each other through the screen. I think the term “catcall” applies. “Hey furry face, whaddya looking at? You want a piece of this? Heh? Well you can’t! Nana nana boo boo!” Mayhem and Mischief respond with a chitter…

Instead of “ah, the sounds of spring” (birdies chiping, gentle breezes wafting through the trees, and squirrels chittering), it’s been “arggh, the sounds of spring” around here since 10 a.m. First the neighbor on the left mowed his lawn. Not surprising. As soon as he finished, the neighbor on the right, Mr. Power Tool, got started. He mowed. He edged. He trimmed. Four hours later, he’s still at it, and now he’s VACUUMING his freakin’…

– Spring seems to be springing, at last. Yeah! – Work is getting nutty. Too much to do, and we’re 1.5 bodies short. Yikes. – My knee is trying to crap out on me… I really DON’T need this. – The art Muse is being a tease. The bitch. – The cats are still cute. They’d be even cuter if they didn’t lick my nose at 5:30 a.m. or compete over who get to sleep…