Canaries in the Coal Mine.

When they give up, we're all gone.

Ugh.

I was wondering why helicopters were circling overhead for what seemed like all morning.

Was helping Paul with paint as, next week, I'm going to paint the room where I'll be staying over the next few months. It's the least I can do, as he went through so much to turn a formerly unfinished, uninsulated and uninhabitable attic into a gorgeous, light-filled studio.

Also got some chrysanthemums to line his sidewalk with. It's a beautiful house; just needs a lot of love. Am glad to see that he's finally putting some effort in in that area.

Normally I like to get myself a treat after visiting the Gyno. This last time, I got myself a cookie as I was feeling kind of woozy and treated myself to a ride home on the train. Went to bed early, I was so worn out.

I've always been a sucker for a good dog story.