Cabin Fever

so....bored....

I haven't been able to take the car lately, and I think I'm reliving "Revenge of the Cysts" so I've been locked in the house all week. I'm going stir crazy. I have my faithful to-do list on the wall so I can slowly keep track of my leaking sanity, but it is starting to look suspiciously the same every day. At this point, I really think Netflix should hire me as a personal show critic as I have something playing in the background all day, just so the house doesn't seem so ridiculously quiet. Tomorrow I believe the them will be Disney movies- at least I can sing to those. Hoarders just makes me want to empty my house of all goods.
And so, my days have been spent with compulsive sewing, cleaning, and more cleaning. Yet, I'm still uncomfortable with the idea of eating off my floor... The armada of flies left, but now there are some suspicious looking beetles that look kind of like ticks trekking across my floors. The house need to be dipped in caulk.
Did I mention I can also add the title of surgeon to my growing list of specialties?

Boomer supervised the WHOLE procedure, barking when he thought it necessary. He was worried.

But hedgehog made it out alive and Boomer was, as you can tell, pleased.