Smoke alarm

One of the "quirks" of our house is that the hood in the kitchen vents back into the kitchen, which is inconvenient, at the least: the broiler & the self-cleaning oven don't get used much. Last night it was hamburgers on top of the stove, but all the same it set off two of the alarms--the one in the dining room and the one going down to the basement. Set Micia flying straight up the stairs, which was the only place something wasn't beeping raucously.

The pill giving did not go well last night--Jim did it, but it was pretty bad--for both of them. Fortunately he was clear enough to sing at the WELCA retreat this morning, but I think I'll just do it from now on.

She is delighted that it's warm enough that I could open the windows today. But is she sitting in a window now? No--she's on my lap at the computer.