some of the stuff, especially clothing i've dragged around for sentimental reasons, was really hard to get rid of. the dumpster has been emptied, so it's out of my hands now. and that is just going to increase as i get closer to my bedroom and the closet of timelessness.

which, by the way, i swear to do tomorrow. doc will be home to help with lifting and dumpster trips. he's got a few things in his own room to do, but maybe i can get my closet, hence my room, cleaned.

R has a dog that might need a home. a border collie, so cute and loyal. small enough to find places that will let us have her. though i doubt we'll end up adopting her. doc says he can never love another dog again. but he wasn't brought up with pets, he doesn't know that the love can be transferred over to the fluffy thing near you now.

but i keep looking at the theraputic benefits of a dog. someone to walk and care for and keep off the cats. i know, i'm a sad case. if we had a house it would be crawling with animals.