Well, the house is dried out. The carpenter is coming tomorrow at 8AM (Dog help me) to repair the vanity where it was water damaged. Then starts a royal fight with the insurance company over who pays for this, as the insurance company wants me to pay and claim the difference between that amount and what they already paid out on the claim. The house is listed for sale. The sign went up today. The ad went out on Craigslist today. I had my 3 mos doctor's appointment for follow up bloodwork and to discuss some problems I've been having with my neck and back. The A1C (diabetes bloodwork) was excellent. That now shows me to be "pre-diabetic" which shows what diet and medication-compliance can do. I am waiting to meet with a diabetic dietician to see what we can do about my diet to prevent blood sugar crashes. I don't have problems with my sugar going too high with the regimen I follow, but I'm getting attacks of hypoglycaemia and having to hit the glucose tablets as an emergency treatment, which isn't good. My thyroid is even more whacked out and my synthroid had to be increased. That came as no surprise as I'd begun having symptoms of hypothyroid at the lower dosage of synthroid. I have to go back in a month to have that tested again. All other chemistries, enzymes, liver, pancreas, cholesterol, all that good stuff, were normal. Blood pressure was normal. Slightly anemic. Need to eat red meat a couple of times a week as the beans and stuff aren't doing it. Other than that. Thomas' special diet is starting to work and his innards seem to be a bit happier. He has turned into the official greeter when people come in the house. It's a pity so many of them are afraid of him because of his size. He's a large cat to start with (18lbs) and with all that fur, looks even larger. It doesn't help that his method of introducing himself is to get right up in the visitors face and rub noses with them. I had a husband and wife team of waste haulers in today to give me a quote on hauling a broken futon sofa out of here and to the dump, they walked past the washing machine where Thomas was holding court. He reached out and grabbed the man by the arm with one big paw (he's declawed, poor boy) and wouldn't let go of him until the man paid "the toll" by scratching his ears. Meanwhile Squeaky is bouncing around their ankles squeaking and squealing and barely avoiding getting squished. I am NOT looking forward to my mother meeting these two for the first time. She is NOT an animal lover though is an animal rights activist. To top it off, she is especially not fond of cats. I am envisioning Thomas taking a flying leap into mum's lap and giving her a big, sloppy kiss, right on the lips.