Noms.

Today's Garfield minus Garfield :



Now that I think about it, Jon Arbuckle probably is the type to floss, and to color-sort his socks, and to carefully measure the 1/3 cup of boiling water he's about to add to his instant oatmeal.

Since he has no family or friends to fill up his time--only a cat and a dog who, even when he imagines them talking to him, seem to hold him in no regard--I can easily imagine him filling the time with the minutiae of life.

(I'm writing this as I consider how to best organize my spice cabinet.)

Last night I made a fairly easy, but probably not that healthy meal:

( Pearl couscous with roasted red pepper, tomato, and hot Italian sausage )

RIP Lady Dog

My mom called me tonight to tell me that they had to put their black lab, Lady, down. She wasn't even eight years old yet.

They weren't expecting this. She seemed perfectly healthy until this week. Then they noticed that she had lumps under her skin that grew noticeably by the next day. The vet confirmed that it was cancer, and that there was nothing that they could do except prolong it for a few days; they decided not to.

( Lady was... )

My stepdad's really broken up about it. I wish I had been there to say goodbye, but at least my mom and stepdad were able to take her to the vet together.