Each day after wrestling Goblin into her torture apparatus, we’ve been getting a little farther on our walks, meaning her bad leg is getting stronger. This is a mixed blessing. To actually get her to use her leg instead of holding it up, we have to move at a snail’s pace, meaning that the timing of this promenade increases exponentially. I think she is proud of her progress, however; she will finally poop while wearing the harness (although she holds out as long as she can), and she resists turning around for home even when she is clearly uncomfortable. With luck, her leg will be back to normal just in time for her next operation at the end of the month.

In other news, a contractor tells me that the cornice on the front of my house is beyond repair and may indeed disintegrate completely at any moment. I suppose this means there is no logical way I can blame the chunks of rotten wood I’ve been finding on my front stairs on the art students, but luckily I have discovered all sorts of illogical ways of doing things. God* only knows how much a replacement will cost, especially here in Historical Wonderland, but I will soon have the most fashionably corniced poorhouse in town.

* Note use of deity = spirituality = suitable godfather material.