Some days are diamonds, some days are rocks...

Then apparently I own a damn gravel pit.

At least Cheryl is feeling a bit better. She's still swollen up like Veruca Salt due to fluid retention, but is feeling stronger and actually eating solid food. Just a little, but we'll take what we can get.

As for when she gets released, who knows? Hopefully later next week; that appears to be the best case scenario.

I just got through with a week of hell at work at WSU ("Killing Your Hopes And Dreams Since 1905!"), and will have double that next week - beginning of Fall Term is always that way, and, as usual, I'm understaffed and overworked; my back is absolutely killing me, and I don't think I've gotten a decent night's sleep in about six months.

There is one bright spot, the return of our dear dear DEAR friend Vanessa, and believe you me, simply having a friendly face in the area who understands what we're going through is a tremendous boon. In fact, we're going to Lentil Fest tomorrow.

You know how some small towns have these big national festivals, like the Garlic Festival in Gilroy, CA, that are really big deals?

Now imagine one of those being run on a $42 budget, and you have Lentil Fest.