In Which I Come Back From The Brink

Specs has a kidney infection, not kidney failure.

My realtor went over to check on the furnace and it is off. I have to call the gas company at 5am tomorrow to confirm they sent me an estimated bill. But honestly, a fake bill for $400 to a house I'm not living in is low, low priority.

I am dropping off my car tomorrow to get the check engine light checked.

I have been at the Marlboro Mesa this weekend taking care of the dogs. They are all good--we've had 2 games of fetch today to tire out Brownie and Harley. Last night I slept with all 3 on the bed with me. I forgot my camera, so no pictures of majestic beasts.