Goblin got her last leg x-ray yesterday and, more than eight months after rupturing her ligament, has finally been pronounced fully healed. She has suffered so much since last Christmas—with the original injury, the botched surgery, the veterinary malpractice, the severe infections, the surgery to undo the botched surgery, the surgery to redo the botched surgery properly, and the numerous x-rays, rehabilitation therapies, acupuncture appointments, and rolfing appointments thrown in for good measure. But she bore these pains and indignities with her usual good spirits (except for biting all of the vets and techs who dared look in her direction, a turn of events we have come to rely upon like the sunrise), and I am very proud of her.

In other news, Rob has been hearing ghostly, disembodied voices and orchestras in the night and has taken to shutting himself up in his office to focus on a special project called “All Work and No Play Make Rob a Dull Boy.”

I keep telling him, “Sweetheart, you’re not dull,” but he is insistent to the point of repetition.