Love the daffodils sitting here on my computer desk with me? I do. Another Ahhhh.... moment. The first two daffodils from my backyard. More are sprouting, lots of green stems towering above the dank earth out there. Some tulip leaves are showing and the peonies are unscrunched once again. Song sparrows are trilling. Mourning doves are cooing their mournful song. Robins are battling it out in the treetops. Grackles are rasping and puffing. Hanging clothes out is becoming a routine once more. Windows are able to be open most the day. It topped out at 55 F yesterday but I still had some windows opened a crack. We need them open more because poor Bill is suffering from dust and dander attacks while he's been cleaning out his tool room. And taking the futon downstairs to make room for the Muckheads' furniture next week. All that dust and dander in the mattress really zonked him even though he's wearing a filter mask to try to help cut down on the exposure.

I've come up with a nickname for the new Muckhead. Suckhead. Appropro, you think?

Dusky has a problem. Well, it's more a problem for us than him. He's found the solution. Seems he's having trouble either adjusting to the cat litter robot being moved to the tool room or he just can't find it. Kaboodle has found it just fine but not Dusky. He has reverted to pooping outside again like he did when he was feral. Gotta hand it to him, though, he didn't start pooping in the house. Smart guy even though dense. He comes in the house now with big clumps of wet dirt and grass between his toenails from where he was scraping the earth to cover his doings. Sigh. What are we to do?

I waited downstairs yesterday till he came back in the house from the cat enclosure, scooped him up, and put him inside the litter robot. He jumped in and hastily retreated out. Yeh, he's my cat. Doesn't respond well to change. I had hoped that since I showed him where it was so indelicately that that would do the trick. But, no, he came in this morning with big gobs of dirt in his claws again. He walks around shaking his feet because the gobs feel uncomfortable. Then he hates it when I pin him down to pry the dirt out of his nails. If I get the big chunks out then he can clean the rest up easier. What are we going to do with him? Guess he needs to be shown the litter box a lot more times. Or else, we'll have to put the litter robot back in the small room downstairs where it was.

Kaboodle thinks he's a doughhead. She goes outside and looks very disgustingly at the poop place Dusky has carved out.

The big push for the Muckheads move starts tomorrow. They've been packing already but Big Mamma is going up north to put the big move on. We're shutting down the kitchen by Tuesday and everything is going in boxes. Kip has gotten out of the moving once again. Their friends, David and Lisa, invited him to go to Amsterdam with them during spring break. So, he's over there enjoying his legalized mary jane, seeing the Anne Frank house, touring the sex and torture museum, and trying not to fall into the canals while his sister and brother-in-law and me are packing up the house. He'll be back on Thursday late. Just in time for the rental truck on Friday so he will be helping with that. But guess who gets to pack up his room. ... Moi... And I'll probably be stuck with cleaning out the refrigerator and scrubbing down the stove again. Hmmm, I seem to get stuck doing that job for these doughheads every time they move. Don't I, Amy?! Gotta love it.

Oh, well, the exchange I get this time is that they are bringing their Nintendo here and I get to play Mario Party more often. They also want me to get to learn Zelda. That's all I need. Another addictive game. In the meantime, the war goes on and I'm trying to pretend like it's not. Although I do have my peace candle burning in the window.