Are you going to put a litter box in that upstairs bathroom? (I saw a short video this weekend of a wire rack set over the porcelain of a toilet and a set of steps to the side that an elderly pug climbed then peed through the rack.) I had a lovely hand-me-down rug under my dining table that Poppy (the old catahoula/blue heeler) loved to sleep on, but as deaf as she was nothing disturbed her during the night to go out in the yard and she sometimes left a puddle. When I finally decided that cleaning that rug wasn't enough and rolled it up for the trash, I wrote clearly across the roll "No, you don't want this rug. Dog pee" or something like that, so it did indeed go into the trash truck.

The sky is blue here also, and it is supposed to reach 60. It's time to start digging the garden beds and get the red (Irish) potatoes planted. I can get the tiller out after trimming the area and prepare spots for planting them. I won't be planting sweet potatoes in the garden this year or for a while, there were weevils in that crop last year. I may go ahead and put them in smart pots or buckets, but keeping those cool enough and with enough water is always difficult.

Extending dry January into February, and my skin is gradually clearing after the effect of sulfites in the wine I consumed in the last few weeks of 2025. It takes a while. I remembered I have a tube of hydrocortisone cream to apply once a day and that will speed healing.