Well, Mr. Z is at the vet's, where his poor lil' foof is going to be X-rayed, because it was too tender to be able to tell whether there was something broken through touch. He was very mellow about being at the vet's, and very cranky *indeed* when she started examining his shoulder and leg on her way down to his foot. She said, "He knows I'm heading for the part that hurts," and it certainly seemed like it. I'm to call this evening between 5 and 6 to see what the X-ray said, and we'll probably pick him up in the morning, since Ted's gone to work now. Poor kitty. He was very lovey this morning, and now poor Lucy is going around howling because NOBODY'S HERE. Except me, but I'm upstairs and she's downstairs, so she's ALL ALONE.

On the way home, we drove around the back of the island, which we'd never done before. There's all this road back there! Skinny single-land Irish road, but also perhaps so little in the way of traffic that *biking* might be possible. I still think bringing my recumbent was probably a mistake, but maybe I can see if the mountain bike we brought is mine (I think we brought Ted's, but he thinks we brought mine) and maybe if it's mine I can go out biking a bit. The prospect makes me very happy.

Also, a couple days ago I went for a walk around the neighborhood, about 3/4ths of a mile total, and counted the number of houses for sale in that space. 16. I think our landlord's going to be very disappointed with the business of selling her house, unless she plans to put it on the market for about €230K, which I seriously doubt she will.

Ted made cream cheese brownies at work and brought a couple home for me. ZOMG yummy!

My sister points me at a childrens' story.

And now I have written _all_ the things I can think of, which means I have to go to work.