Took the cats to the vet this morning. My daughter's cat gets an anti-anxiety med mixed in her food, but she didn't finish her food because my cat freaked out as well. I hope she doesn't claw or bite anybody. I also hope they're okay.

That would've been the end of errands but my husband decided he needed a foam pad for his cot downstairs. This turned into a bunch of impulse buys for the bed. I can't return anything now because I washed it all. Kind of grumpy about it now but nothing I can do. And he wants to do clothes shopping tomorrow at the mall along with my daughter. I wouldn't go but I need new walking shoes. Ugh.

I ended up taking a shower and puttering on the computer for now. My husband is making roast chicken so that will be good. I just want to rest.

Other than grumpiness, I'm okay.