I despise Mondays, but nothing is worse than a Monday after you've been away. I am the only one who knows how to do my job, so the stack of work is spooky.

Last week was really awful. I didn't get my car back until Thursday afternoon because of a series of screwups and miscommunications (I now understand why our customers get so crabby if this is the type of service they receive). So from Monday afternoon to Thursday afternoon I stared at my four walls since Chris' car is out of commission and it was too freaking hot to walk anywhere. I am waiting for my boss to bring me the service bill sometime today. It will at least be $700.00, way more than they originally told me.

The weather was outrageous for the remainder of the week, with it either being horrendously hot or thunderstorms like none I have ever seen. So that kind of killed the canoeing plans we had. We went to Vaughan Mills mall-the Bass Pro Shops Outdoor World was really cool, but otherwise there wasn't really anything unique there (plus going to a mall when you are broke sucks).

Gypsy seems to be doing okay, although she is really frustrated with the darn cone on her head. I feel so sorry for her-cockatiels love to preen and she is going nuts not being able to make herself pretty. Her brother keeps snapping at her and chasing her away because she makes him nervous with the collar, so she is like a little pariah in birdyland. It's so sad to watch her waddle around on the floor, and most of the time I find her standing at my feet with this forlorn look on her face, so I end up carrying her around with me. The doctor wants to keep the collar on for two more months, but I'm afraid she'll get too depressed. I'm going to monitor her over the next week or so and see if she gets any happier.