Was working hard in the garage. Worn out. I am going to keep going at it, so I can have more room in the house and ferret out the cream from the crap.

I am feeling sad, because I have realised that something was stolen from my front porch.  I brought a Foo dog that had been my great aunt's. I remember seeing it all my life. It was a lion looking foo dog with its paw on a ball. It was for protection. Guess nothing protected it. I had no idea someone would steal it. I think it was that gardener, since he has been so threatening. I swear, they want my life to be miserable. It does hurt, but I go on.