This lovely little lady has become a fixture in our back yard over the last several days... not that we mind TOO much, because she's beautiful and incredibly sweet, but I'm worried that we're going to be faced with another litter of kittens to care for and adopt out. She doesn't appear to be pregnant - she's very thin and sleek - but there's no way to tell, and we have no clue if she's been spayed.

I'd much rather have her hanging out in the safety of our yard than elsewhere, but the fact that she's outside at all rather than in a loving home makes me sad.

One of my earliest boosters is having a pretty bad time right now. Jenni Prokopy, editrix of ChronicBabe.com, is one of many people cleaning up after the recent storms in the midwest. She and her husband are safe, but sustained major damage to their home. Please keep them in your thoughts, and if you have it in your heart and budget to help them out a bit, please do so.

Household chemicals may be causing cat disease

In another lifetime, I would have been married eight years today. It's so strange to realize that, to think about how different my life would be. I'm incredibly happy with my life right now, with who I love and am loved by, but I'm feeling a little melancholy, wishing I could fix past mistakes, or that I had made a few decisions differently at the start.

You see, what I'm finding is that the stupid decisions I made are preventing me from having what I want now in life. I dug some deep holes for myself - financially, physically, with respect to my education and career - and while none of those things have kept me from getting to where I am now, it is basically impossible for me to go any further. I've got what I've got, and without filling in some of those holes, there's nothing to build on.

My husband keeps telling me that I am not in this alone; that it is not my sole responsibility to fix things, to make everything better, but it's a hard thing to get my head around, or my heart. I want so much for us, and I do feel that it's up to me to make it happen, but lately I feel like the earth is literally crumbling beneath my feet. I feel like I'm barely able to take care of myself, let alone everyone else around me. I want to have hope, but I'm finding it's a hard thing to hold onto these days. Would I be happier if I just let go of the things that I may never have instead of killing myself stressing out about if and when and how to get them?

Great piece in the Globe and Mail. Between the author's attitude about her own diet, her opinion of "evangelical vegans," and the delightful Sloan reference, I totally could have written this.

I'm trapped at my desk today, so I ordered delivery from the Starwich downstairs. Lunch just arrived and AGAIN it is not what I ordered. These guys used to be great, but the last few times I have been beyond disappointed.