We got up early this morning to take Lydia over for her surgery. She was upset, and all of the cats were hungry (took the food dishes away at 8PM). But she still wanted to attack the receptionist`s hand as he wrote "Lydia Dumphy" on the identification. And she is waaay too hyper now D: So much for reduced activity!

After I got back I called Jordan`s Furniture about my bed. It is too ridiculously high up, & I have difficulty jumping/climbing into it (especially with my knee+back). Theyre going to exchange the 8`` box spring for a 4`` one, so I hope it works out better! But I need to wait as they only deliver down to this rural area every other Thursday.

"Cass Saunders" was the name of the woman I talked to first before Rick (the man who sold the bed) :-( Im really having a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach over everything. Last year this time was great. Now I feel awful+worthless in most everything -_- *bah* But there is still Desert Bus For Hope again!--So maybe Tuesday I will go bother Mattsles?

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