Poor Maggie. She’s been having some digestive issues of late and the vet has given us a round of pills to sort her out. So for the next week, we have to poke a pill down her throat twice a day. This is bad enough, but if we don’t get it down the first time and the coating comes off, the pill makes her froth at the mouth. It is one of the funniest things I’ve seen in quite a while. My poor, beautiful, delicate cat with this giant head of foam around her mouth, glaring balefully at everything that moves. Oooooh she hates us, she does.

We moved into the guest room, which now has the distinction of being the only room in our house without boxes. We also moved the new tansu in there to use for our clothes, figuring that we’ll just pack the clothing in the tansu for the move. So, while the room has our bed, rug, bedside tables, it also feels like someone else’s house. Rob was joking that it felt like we were in a bed and breakfast, so when I got up this morning I made brunch for us. I still feel like someone has tacked a room from another house onto ours. At least it’s a nice room.