oh, it's Tuesday. Does it matter? Took all 3 dogs for a walk at 7.45 a.m. Drizzly and gloomy. Braveheart, the Scottish Terrier, pooped and I picked it up in a baggy. Ewwww. Worms. Of the white rice/flea egg type. I will pick up medications at the vet today. He's on Vectra but apparently not enough. On the way home, an ambulance siren echoed around the neighborhood for 5 or 10 min until it finally came to rest one house away. Can't figure out if it's my elderly neighbor, Millie, who has been in and out of hospital for the past 5 yrs, and each time could be the last ... or Ron, who's got Parkinson's and gets these weird attacks where he can't function. He was in a nursing/rehab facility for a month and just got out a wk ago. And then I got home, made some tea, and got an email from Difficult Child's school. The gov't teacher forwarded the progress report--all zeros and Fs--and said he had taken away Difficult Child's phone. I emailed back to the counselor that we need to keep an eye on Difficult Child's whereabouts because his M.O. is to walk out of the bldg when he's stressed. It's raining harder now.