I'm off to water run this morning, so a short blog.

Duncan is apparently less than amused with the recent rearrangement of rooms and furniture.  One could even say that he's pissed off.  In putting away clothes last night, we discovered that he had "marked his discontent" on Patches bed (poor puppy!) and that Duncan clearly has issues with charity, since we noticed that he had pissed our pile of clothes to Goodwill.  We're washing and Febreezing them all before we donate them.

We keep telling Patches that it's Duncan he should hate and not Scarlett.  But the animal animosity continues on both sides from Scar and Patches.  I think there's more of a truce (between them at least) when we're gone. 

I hate to be selfish, but at least Duncan didn't get into my gym bag or my shoes yesterday.  I feel bad for Patches but I'd feel worse if it was my bag as I left for the gym this  morning.

And yes, it is "I feel bad" and not "I feel badly."  I feel bad means "I am having a bad day".  I feel badly means "My lovers have some valid complaints about me." 

Off to expose my sore infected whale body to the rest of the swimmers.  Maybe I won't have to share a lane!

6:12:46 AM