Litter

Changed the filter on the vacuum. Washed the canister out well. Vacuumed. Used the hose around the toilet. Sucked up that little white hemispheric bolt cover. Spent a half hour with oil, a spatula, a long screwdriver, and a salvaged surgical clamp (gotten with permission), a lot of flinging of the hose, and head shaking at my own ineptitude. I got it out. I don't think there is much damage. It still sucks.

I did wipe up in the tub. Changed the litter boxes.

Mostly, though, I did my PT, rested, watched dumb TV, and 'vacationed'. Drank a lot of tea, and nibbled on little mozzarella balls, cashews, cereal, and potato chips. Sequentially, not all at the same time. Cleaned the counters a bit.

I was going to go out, do some grocery shopping. Get better litter boxes, since these have a dip around the edge that is hard to clean out. No, they are not sold as litter boxes, but they work. Let's not get picky about this, ok?

Caught up on all your blogging.

Sent photos, of my visit to my cousins yesterday, to said cousins. We had lovely walk around Newburyport and a tour of their garden, a very British lunch, and was out-walked by my Aunt Peggy, who fell last winter, breaking her knee and wrist and lacerating her face.

Oh, and I was going to get the dishes out of the dishwasher. Yup, I was going to.

No, I did not get to the store. The only time I went out was to throw out the old litter. This good wheat chaff litter. Clumps and deodorizes, doesn't track much. Moby's paw pads look better than when we used the more famous clumping stuff we tried first. And we know he isn't licking clay. He seems to actually like just going in there and scratching, sometimes. Vigorously. I never wanted to have litter boxes in the bathroom, but in small apartments with carpet, it's the only choice. Sure does gather around the bottom of the toilet.

We should do something, go out for dinner.

Eh.