I won't complain too much about our dreary drizzly low-40s days because it sounds so much worse in New England.

All of the paperwork is in for the schools, finally, and yesterday we received the formal offer from one of the two offering full rides. To be signed and returned accepting (or not) a $100,000 scholarship. If we don't hear from any of the big schools, I think we'll have to visit this one and the other that made the same offer. Both in the Southwest. Better climates for a kid from Texas. It's nice to know he has this to fall back on. It's amazing to know he has this to fall back on! But the cost of four years at one of these schools is about one year at the big ones, so we're just watching and waiting to see what happens.

I'm going to be a cleaning fiend this weekend, getting ready for Monday morning's visit from the insurance inspector. I don't know if I mentioned that we've filled out all of the forms, but until someone asked I didn't volunteer about having dogs. When they asked I answered, and they scheduled an in home exam. He said he had to look at sinks, the fireplace, the master bedroom, etc. And I added "but it's really to meet the dogs, right?" and he agreed. But it sounds like he likes dogs, and these dogs love meeting people, so it should be fine. At last Amica gives the benefit of the doubt and sends someone to meet the "dangerous breed." I have no papers for these two, they're rescue animals, so I told them they're mixed, and I've seen boxer/pit mixes that are the same build as Cinnamon. She's probably not a mix, but I can't prove it one way or the other. As it is, she's a lovely pooch who at her most aggressive will break the guy's kneecaps with her wagging tail.

SRS