Again, I was late getting offline and I decided to start last Sunday's paper. The new one hadn't come by the time I was 3/4 through, so I went ahead and finished it. I packed everything up and went to bed and read until 9am. I set the alarm for 2pm, hoping that would get me up, but I don't remember turning it off. I woke up at 7pm.
Spirit left me a regular size clump yesterday, but only about a third of her normal size of poop. She doesn't want to sit on me. I read Monday's paper trying to get her to sit on me. I'm going to call the mobile vet tomorrow morning and if I don't get an answer, I'll go to one of the local vets (poor Spirit in a small carrier diagonally in the rolling cart). I think tomorrow is definitely time to take care of her. I can get groceries Tuesday.
I'm washing sheets and putting the clean set on, making the big cats come out here to sit, of course. Last night Junie lost her ball almost immediately. Loki just rolled over on his, maybe he wanted to keep it, but later when he got off the hed, he took it with him and Junie grabbed it. I figured it'd be lost again, but when I was setting cat blankies aside, I found it in Loki's safe place. I did go ahead and put it in the box.
I think there's a good chance I'm not going to finish the bookgroup book. I'm about a fifth of the way through now and I just don't care about any of it. If I'm too far back by Wednesday, I'll just read Asimov's to take with me and give out.
The total amount of people killed because of the falling stage is five -- four under the stage, and a stagehand on top of the stage who didn't die until last night.
The WashPost has a section called Outlook only on Sunday and has started having a "Five Myths about XX." Well, last week's was Five Myths about Mormonism. It's written by a Mormon woman and things don't sound so bad until Mormon women are second-class citizens, which she thinks is fine.