Monday, Monday...

Shiloh performed her usual alarm function at 6:30 am this morning and we went for a walk. The one major difference between here and Webster is the fact that in Webster, I can open the back door and let Shiloh out into a fenced back yard; here, there are no fences, so each time she goes out, I escort her, which means my having to get dressed (oh, the horror of it all).

Though I suppose the house is out of the way enough where I could try walking her dressed, um, let us call it "informally."

I broke out the vacuum hose and did the hall that leads to the bedrooms, the kitchen, and the main bathroom, following up the latter two with a mopping. Then I showered, dressed, and visited the old man in the hospital.

Today he looks better than he did yesterday. He was out of his bed, sitting in a chair and eating what passes for lunch at the place. We jawed some more about some of the items that need taking care of around the house, and about some other stuff, and I took my leave. On the way home, I stopped and did some grocery shopping.

Tomorrow is garbage day, and I've spent some time pretty much emptying out the fridge. I'm sure if I put my mind to it, I could put a significant amount of other stuff out to be picked up, but I wouldn't want to give the impression that I've come to take over running of the household.

There was no action on the translation front. No calls; no e-mails. This is not yet an issue to be concerned about, but I duly note that I am duly noting this fact.

I think perhaps I will go upstairs to see what is on the tube. If all else fails, there's always my old man's collection of taped opera performances.

Cheers...