Went out for our walk this morning and it was 52 degrees. I suppose I'm becoming wimpier as I age, but that's about as cold as I like it. It's supposed to be colder in the morning and of course, I'll adapt, but as I step out the door on each of these cool days, I thank God that I'm not in Arkansas anymore.

I've been having work done on the house for the past three days and apparently I've lost my touch. My taste used to be impeccable (by my standards), but now I'm slipping. Maybe there's something to this elderly crap. Anyway... I had my backsplash replaced, a doggy door installed, a new sink put in, and Dad's old patio furniture repainted (that one was a home run). I don't like the backsplash, still iffy on the sink, happy about the doggy door, although Glory's adjusting slowly because this one is a double flap. She's still suspicious of it, but it certainly is more energy efficient. As long as I have treats, she'll come in or out hesitantly. I think in another day or two she'll be fine, although I'm fairly certain Simon will never use it because he barely used the old one. Why would he, when he hates to go outside? Aren't they funny?