Yesterday was definitely trying to win some sort of "Suckiest Day in History" award. The cat proved to be terminal, and had to be put down. My knee went out again, worse than before. For the topper, the septic system backed up, rendering all the plumbing in the house unusable, and the pumper service didn't answer their phone.

On the plus side, the central heating has been repaired, as has the leaky kitchen faucet.

Our housesitter has agreed to help me pack. I'll probably make one trip back to LA to pick up more stuff, if my knee allows. At this point, I'm pretty sure there's a new knee in my future. I'd rather have the surgery done in Oregon, solely because I'd rather spend my recuperating time there.