Moving on

My best friend and new (again) roommate fainted at work last Friday, ended up in the emergency room, and had a pacemaker implanted that same day to regulate her heart.  Here's Donna (just after we signed the lease in July) happy to have more counter space in our new kitchen.  Since being in the hospital, she's lost another ten pounds (a total of 48 pounds).  When she went back to work a couple of days ago, she lasted less than an hour before throwing up repeatedly and having to come home, possibly a reaction to one of the new medicines, which include generic Coumadin to thin her blood.

Here are the first boxes I hauled into my new bedroom -- well, it's mine and Kiki's, and she's already voiced her annoyance that there's no cat food in sight.  Living with Donna's 16-year-old female cat, Sammy, is working out well, since each cat has her own food in her own room with her own litter box in her own bathroom.  They have learned they can peer into the room belonging to the other cat, but are not allowed to enter.  The two cats spend a surprising amount of time staring at each other, whether in the same room or from the door into the other's room.  I think they are actually happy to see each other, though Kiki probably won't admit it.