I took Amie to the vet this morning to investigate the spots in her eyes. She has cataracts. She could progress to blindness. There is a surgical option should this happen, but I'll cross that hideously expensive bridge when I come to it. Two words: Lens Replacement.
Babysat today; bored with "Itsy-Bitsy Spider," "Frere Jacques" and "Row Row Row Your Boat," I am now teaching the kids "Don't Cry For Me Argentina." They can't sing the words, but I'm making headway with the arm gestures.
Came home, got drunk on Fin du Monde bought for me by a neighbor, watched a cheesy Michael Jackson retrospective, and wept.