Life is good.

I can't complain really.

(well, I could, but I shan't!)

Joe comes home today, and so there's a little bt of reshuffling to do in the front room so that he has some quiet space of his own as well as access to the rest of us. We're still working out where his litter box will go eventually, but for now it's going at the end of the sofa with his food bowls and bed, and we'll close him off in there a bit until such time as he is settled and wants to come out. He will have a whole patio door to look through, and eventually we'll get that changed when we get the rest of the windows done (hah!) so that it's one of those that tilts inwards as well as slides open, and that way we can get fresh air as well as keep him in.

We'll see how he goes.

I'm feeling better, and I think some of that is due to pulling back completely from the She-Ex situation. She didn't phone on Wednesday for him to speak to his daughter, and I've kind of got to the stage now where I think, well, if that's the way you're going to be, that's the way you're going to be. We've made life so easy for her over the last 3 years in terms of phoning and money and so on, and it's got to stop, because we deserve a life as well. All we ever get is grief and good intentions but no follow through anyway, so what's the point?

There's more about this somewhere else, but for now, I've had enough.

I'm going to go and sew. The quilt is coming on really well and going together really fast!