At least we’re not in the teens or below.

Lucy and Gavin still wasted no time again doing their business. Hooray, I am never fond of the cold and the less time spent in it the happier I am.

The Curmudgeon had a poor walking day. It’s hard to see him barely able to get around even with his walker. Harder still, knowing it’s only going to get worse.

I find myself wishing every day that we lived on a beach, stress levels down to nothing, and no stairs for him to climb.

We can’t even find anyone to fix the porch. I need the attic cleaned to and can’t find anyone willing to do it. You see they are small jobs and not worth anyone’s time. So we’re stuck with the mess and the stress.

Time to take Lucy out, she’s looking for her hat and hoodie. Silly girl.

The steps are worse than this now. Sucks I can’t find anyone to fix them.