Okay. This is officially the worst winter I can remember in recent memory. Woke up today to find the snowdrifts outside my window were about three feet high. See for yourselves:
(click the thumbnails for larger view.)
You're all going to love this bit. So my grandfather officially finished treatment for his staph infection on Monday, right? That's six weeks, mostly spent at home, of IV antibiotics. On Tuesday, he got the pick line removed.
Then yesterday, he gets bitten. By the bloody cat. And it gets infected.
So. Grandpa's back in the same hospital... again. Getting IV antibiotics. Again. At least he's in a place with backup generators.
I expect that Sasha's going to be more or less permanently exiled from the home after this. Part of me is sorry about that; she was a big comfort around here, when she wasn't being a stupid brat. The other part of me - rather understandably, I think - wants to drop-kick her the next time I see her. (Look, there's animal cruelty and then there's karma, understand?) -- But hopefully I'll get over it before her family lets her out again. What with the blizzard and all, I doubt that'll be any time soon.
Have some more pictures: